"Morgan, thank god your here." The blonde enters the scene and look surprised at Sara's response.
"Glad I'm so loved."
"No, Morgan, we have a problem." She reaches into her wallet and pulls out the picture. Fear grips both their bodies.
"She's...she not here, is she?" "Greg took her down to the station." "Oh, god. We need her out of here. Now."
"We're in too deep now." She gestures around at the blood.
"Is there any chance it's a mistake?" "She had the box, the locket, the chip in her tooth."
"Well, what do we do? Tomales Bay, San Francisco, L.A. Nothing's safe for her anymore, Vegas least of all."
"Even worse, Brass says Greg is keeping her for the night." Morgan sinks down to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, terrified.
"Oh my god, Ash."