INT. - 9th PRECINCT INTERROGATION- AFTERNOON
Gerri stepped through the interrogation room door, knowing already what she'd find, thanks to her glaring check-in of the interior from the observation room next door. Whoever invented one way glass was a genius, not that knowing her suspect already lawyered up made her feel any better.
Kendall Walsh she'd already met, as it turned out. Miss Purple from last night at Exotica stared at the surface of the table, sullen expression already shutting her off from Gerri. Didn't help that the portly older man beside her in his expensive suit and $3,000 watch smelled so much like a lawyer he made her stomach clench or that the middle aged couple-the woman desperately clinging to her youth while nature fought her for every wrinkle and line-glared with t
