EXT. - THE DESERT - NIGHT
Ray sat in the back of Foster's car, her ear aching slightly from the small device Gerri gave her, wanting to hold Kinsey's hand as the blonde stared out into the dark through the window, stiff and silent.
The car was carefully hidden, far enough away from the location Jordan chose to lure the three interested parties close to him for her safety and Kinsey's, but still out of line of sight.
Ray wasn't sure how long she'd be able to keep the anthropologist from bolting out into the desert. Right on cue, Gerri squawked in her ear, making the brunette jump.
"He's in position," the detective said. "Mic should be live."
"Very much alive," Jordan's voice came over the earwig link. Kinsey's head turned at last, pinched face unhappy. Even more unhappy than she'd been
