Chapter 50

INT. - 9th PRECINCT INTERROGATION- NIGHT

How many times had Gerri stood behind the glass, observing a suspect, knowing in her heart, in her soul, she'd found the guilty party? Anticipation made her mouth water, her blood heat up like nothing else. The chase, she loved the chase. The capture, yes. But convincing those responsible for murder to confess?

Delicious.

Kinsey stood beside her, arms crossed over her chest, hurt written all over her. She refused to look away from Mitchell, Ray standing close to her, meeting Gerri's eyes. She should probably make Kinsey leave, the both of them. But Jackson hadn't shown his more than likely messed up face and the captain wasn't in the house. So there was no one to insist the two leave. And as long as they didn't interfere, Gerri knew there was no reason they should.

Except, Kinsey probably wasn't going to like what she was about to hear.