INT. L.A. COUNTY MORGUE - DAY
Hendricks measures scratches on a stiff's arm. A SHADOW falls across the floor, and he looks up to see Napolitano staring through the viewing window. He motions him into the room.
The stiff's body lies on the stainless steel examination table. It's Larry Davis -- his lifeless eyes staring up at the sickly fluorescents, dried blood and massive bruising on his head, shoulders and neck.
Hendricks' tone is as chilly as the morgue.
Napolitano looks at the dead body and a wave of nausea hits him -- but he can't make himself turn away. He puts his hand on a shelf to steady it.
Napolitano draws back, measuring Hendricks' intent.
He opens a utility closet full of spare instruments, clamps and storage jars. Out walks Celeste. Her Prada and Versace are torn and filthy, but Napolitano appreciates her low cut blouse and lean legs. His words tell a different story.