INT. - THE STARLET LOUNGE - EARLY EVENING
Ray sat in the back of the car, heart pounding, soul aching. She should have stayed at the morgue with Roxy's body, instead of giving in to the plea in Gerri's voice. She'd been standing over the fallen queen, tape recorder at the ready, prepped to start the autopsy she'd put off as long as she could. Her shaking hands refused to review the X-Rays, her fingers quivering on the handle of her scalpel. Everything in Ray screamed at her to back away, even while the urge to cut through flesh and saw through bone to reveal the truth ate at her with an intensity more frightening than any missing heart.
Gerri's call had been an excuse, an escape. She'd left Dr. Druit to handle the procedure, run out, hoping he would find what she feared. Or only a normal man who loved to play woman. Either way, Ray hated herself for her cowardice.