INT. - CONGRESSMAN BARNES'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Gerri was already moving before Kinsey registered the fact the tall, broad shouldered redhead wasn't frozen like the rest of the room. She followed her friend, instincts pushing her to keep close to the detective who rushed toward the fallen congressman's wife and crouched, grasping her by the upper arms and shaking her just a little.

"Where?"

"His office. Upstairs." The woman was barely coherent thanks to her continued ...