INT. - 9th PRECINCT BULLPEN - NIGHT
Gerri jerked her chair out from her desk and tossed her jacket to the surface, slamming her body into the seat. The old springs complained, but did their job, bouncing her softly as she wheeled herself close. The bullpen was quiet, though far from empty, a few other detectives hunched over their own work. The captain's office door was closed, darkness behind it. Just as well. She'd rather not run into anyone she cared to keep on her good side at the moment.
Just let Jackson show his damned face. She was wound up enough, therapist or no therapist, Gerri wouldn't be responsible for the outcome.
Her luck, he remained absent, leaving Gerri to turn on her desk lamp and pour over the photos from the first crime scene. Jackson had labeled each photo with a p
