INT. - THE PANIC ROOM - NIGHT

Gerri hung up the phone with a sigh. At least they knew how and what. It was the who and why that still plagued her. She turned, looked down at the now right side up body. Someone had taken the courtesy of covering the congressman's staring face with the same handkerchief Gerri used to wipe clean the plastic credit card sleeve. More possible evidence interference, but at least Linda Barnes had stopped moaning from the sight.

As Gerri looked ...