INT. - RICHARDS HOUSE - MORNING
Gerri's boots touched down on the hardwood floor of the hallway, thudding down the hall to the small kitchen where Officer Candice Mills waited for her with a grim expression. The young officer tipped her head to the detective before speaking in a low, intense voice.
"Parents are in the living room with Purcell." She was learning, still a rookie, but not as green as she had been when they first met. Gerri almost grinned. "The second priest is in the kitchen here." Mills flipped open her leather-bound notebook, nails chewed to the quick, all business. "He claims he only left the vic for five minutes when Father Harry told him to take the parents out after s**t hit the fan." She winced. "Pardon my language, Detective." Her strong, New York accent came throug
