INT. - PHILO'S BAR AND GRILLE - NIGHT
Kinsey eyed Gerri over the lip of her wineglass as the detective chugged her third beer, setting it down on the table with a gusty sigh. She'd already shared her version of events of the day, and though Kinsey had no doubt they'd unfolded the way Gerri said, it was only one side of the story.
She really needed to call Ray.
As if understanding her reticence, Gerri fixed the anthropologist with her piercing green eyes and grinned. "Tell me I didn't f**k up."
Kinsey couldn't help the smile that answered her friend's question. "You were yourself, Ger," she said. "No one can blame you for that. And I'm worried about Ray, too." She wondered if Gerri and the brunette doctor had a conversation about her like this one. If she'd have one with Ray about Gerri
