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 dinner party. Easy enough to do." Sounded like she did so frequently. "Jay was drinking too much, as usual. And his friends couldn't care less where I am when he's around." Likely, had Gerri asked for her alibi, they would have told her the woman was there, somewhere. And yet, Bernice seemed willing to share her story. She con
