The mood was somewhat spoiled but Tara poured another glass of achingly cold wine and sat back.<br/>: The note wasn't really the Boss's style but there was no one else who would demand an audience with her with no explanation. Tara knew she owed him for his good protection and really he didn't ask all that much of her. She was really proud to be part of his family.<br/><br/>Bronwyn spoke quietly and Tara wasn't paying much attention. She didn't want to elicit any more sympathy than she had already inadvertently done.<br/><br/>"Well, the meeting is in a public place." Tara defended.<br/><br/>"Yeah and its right by the Mississippi river too, One toss and you are fish bait. You can see how swift the current is from the walk way. Great Mother Mary, Tara, that river is so deep that cruise ships harbor there."<br/><br/>Tara shrugged.<br/>"I'll be fine. It is probably just some little job he has for me. No biggie."<br/><br/>Bronwyn put away her  cello.<br/><br/>"Let me walk you home," she said, and Tara realized it was as much as a command as it was a courtesy.