Chapter 67
INT. - KINSEY'S CAR - LATE AFTERNOON
Kinsey felt weird having this conversation in the front seat of her little red convertible with the top up, hiding in the dark of the parking garage down the street from the precinct. But Gerri seemed wild enough around the eyes the privacy was warranted. Maybe if she did this where they couldn't be overheard, Gerri would be more talkative.
After all, she'd just witnessed something remarkable in her friend upstairs at the 9th. Kinsey watched the agony on Gerri's face, almost felt her pain as she struggled with something. But the most revealing part was the crawling color through her eyes. Like something else was inside Gerri, asking to be released.
Maybe Kinsey should have been freaked by what she'd seen. Anyone else surely would have been. Or found a way to pass it off as nothing, to make an excuse their brain would accept. But Kinsey knew better and, seeing her friend's struggle, actually felt happy.