INT. - KINSEY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Kinsey dropped her keys on the kitchen counter in her dark apartment, shuffling a bag of takeout with her laptop bag as her phone began to ring. She already knew from the pulsing beat of a popular crime show theme song it was Gerri on the other end.
"Hey," her detective friend said, sounding relaxed, even happy. "Myra's safe and sound back at the morgue. Turns out her friends wanted her to have a final night of fun at the club."
Kinsey leaned against the counter, staring into the dark of her apartment, not sure how she felt about it. "Glad it all worked out."
"I'm sorry about your assistant." Gerri's tone changed completely, part professional, part comforting friend. "He confessed, Kins. Whether Tasha's death was an accident or not, we know he killed Portia. And maybe Garret and Myra."