INT. - 9TH PRECINCT - MORNING
Ray stood frozen, suddenly conscious of being the center of attention, but not caring, not like she would have only a day or so ago. The calm of the vampir engulfed her as the five men spun and faced her.
"I can assure you," a frowning man said, "I was nowhere near any hotel last night, miss." The man at whom she actually aimed her accusation glanced around with a quick nervousness she registered as guilt.
"That's doctor," Ray snapped. "Doctor Rachel Hunter. And I wasn't talking to you." Dear God, she knew him, though, didn't she? Recognized him now from the photos Belinda showed her. Of her husband, Daryl. "Mr. Patterson," she finished as she glared at the man beside him.
"Ivan?" Daryl turned to her target while the scowling man shook his head.
"I have no idea what she's talking about," he said.
"You were in the elevator." Ray turned to Gerri. "He was there. He let me get off on Gaylene's floor. But he could have come back."