INT. - 9TH PRECINCT INTERROGATION - NIGHT

Gerri loved this part, though very rarely did suspects give themselves up to her. It took some of the fun out of asking questions, digging for answers. She sat back in the metal chair of interrogation room one, Bernice and her lawyer across the table, and listened.

"Yes, I saw Diane that night." She sniffed softly, hands clasped before her, knuckles white. Her lawyer frowned at her but stayed quiet. "I slipped away from the ...