INT. - RAY'S APARTMENT - NOON
Ray paced the kitchen, her heart refusing to settle despite the Valium she'd taken, despite the fact Kinsey appeared shortly after she arrived home to hold her hand and hug her.
"Candice called me," the anthropologist said. It should have made Ray feel better, but why hadn't Gerri made that call instead of Officer Mills? Selfish of her to think that way. The detective had a crime scene to deal with and a friend who'd slept with the victim. Gerri had to be furious with her.
Agitation was never Ray's friend, reminding her too much of her mother, of being under Mummy's intense scrutiny, her control and criticism. Ray's whole body ached remembering the hug she'd had from Belinda. The last physical reminder of the time they'd shared together shattered over and over as the image of her staring, milky eyes and the gaping hole in her forehead surged to the forefront every time Ray tried to forget.