Long practice and rigid discipline kept Bronwyn from reacting to the detective's question. Only a person who knew her would have seen the subtle shift in her eyes.<br/>"Aye, though not since the bombing." she replied.<br/>The detective seemed taken aback. An unsettling suspicion starting growing in the back of the vampire's mind. She glanced over her cards and took two, ending with a flush, queen high.<br/>"Matchin' Wolf's twenty-five, an' raisin' another twenty-five." Bronwyn said.<br/>"You were in Chicago for the bombing of the Drexler building?" Sean asked.<br/>Suddenly Bronwyn recognized the detective and instantly his tone, demeanor, and pointed questions made sense. He had been one of the responding officers to the fiasco in Chicago all those weeks ago. Bronwyn blinked in surprise before she could catch herself.<br/>"Aye, that I was. Did yer police force solve that one yet? I heard t'was a terrorist attack." Bronwyn knew they hadn't, but she had to keep up appearances. Paranoia was almost second nature after all these years.