Punk'd. [ she echos, verbally focusing on that, yet absorbing all the rest. ] Is that what this is? 'Cause you know, usually when you pull out the 'okay, I'll talk to the FBI' card, the guilty parties step out from behind the curtains in the suits left over from the spring formal and bad Halloween costumes.

Which, you can go ahead and do. You got me. Nice scene-change trick, guys. Not sure how much my mother's going to love the kitchen being turned into some b-movie autopsy set that didn't even come with one of those probing tables.