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 shit hit the fan." She winced. "Pardon my language, Detective." Her strong, New York accent came through and Gerri just shook her head.