INT. - GERRI'S CAR to ST. MARY'S UNDERCROFT - AFTERNOON
Gerri glanced sideways into Cici's bag, noting the massive amount of drugs she carried with her.
"I'm not letting him get away again," the therapist said, grim and determined. "You can't kill him, Gerri, Please. Just get me close enough and I'll take care of the rest."
No promises. Gerri drove too fast, broke as many laws as she dared, her siren blaring, light flashing from her dash and grille as she barreled her way from the suburbs downtown to the cathedral.
None of them spoke on the drive, Ray's silence and Cici's intensity only making Gerri nervous and she wished, as she pulled up outside the massive building, she'd come alone. But, there was no stopping the therapist or the medical examiner, the pair out of the car and runnin
