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LAUREN Don’t answer it. Reece recognizes the number. REECE It’s the Team. LAUREN You just got back. But he has to answer. Reece breaks the embrace and picks up. REECE (INTO PHONE) This is Reece... (beat, he listens) Wait. What?-- Lauren reads the concern on Reece’s face. REECE (CONT’D) Yeah. No, sir. That’s not possible... I’ll be right there. Reece hangs up, immediately grabs his keys and wallet. REECE (CONT’D) I gotta go. It’s Boozer-- LAUREN What happened?... REECE I don’t know. I’ll call you. Lauren watches Reece disappear out the front door... EXT. IMPERIAL BEACH CONDO COMPLEX -- NIGHT Reece’s ‘88 TOYOTA LAND CRUISER skids to a stop outside a row of CARBON COPY CONDOS. Reece exits his truck as a CORONER’S VAN speeds past. JAG CAPTAIN TREVOR HOWARD (45, looks like he hasn’t slept in a week) paces, on a phone call. He sees Reece approaching and covers the phone. CAPTAIN HOWARD
Commander, the Coroner just took the body. We’re standing by for an interview. Should be half an hour.
But Reece isn’t waiting. He beelines past Howard, towards A YOUNG COP standing outside Boozer’s front door. Usually, this is the boring part of a crime scene detail, until a pissed off NAVY SEAL comes your way.
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