<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>At Miami PD<br/>talking with Emily.</strong><br/><br/>"Nothing?  Not my business, certainly."  The look Susan was getting was very interesting.  She certainly wasn't used to close attention from someone this beautiful.  Beautiful.  Yep, that was the word.<br/><br/>"ChristChurch.  I've heard of it, but that's about all.  Never been to New Zealand, or even close to it.  All Ive seen of the pacific have been from C-5s flying to Hawaii then to Diego Garcia, then Baghdad.  Not even a stopover in Australia.<br/><br/>"My worries?  You want a list?"  Susan gave a nervous laugh, straightened in her seat.  "Lets see.  My bills for day to day life, no problem, my veterans check isn't much, but it covers most of that.  Living humble helps a lot.  Getting the stuff I need to work, working without attracting the wrong attention,  not just keeping my mouth shut, but making some people believe I keep my mouth shut... that's the big one right now, the thing I'm thinking hard about before I have my little interview.  Keeping my mouth shut..."  She got a pensive look. "...knowing what to say, what not to say to keep some people happy without going to jail.  That worries me a lot right now."<em> And why am I telling you all this?  Other than the fact that you are a drop-dead gorgeous woman who is paying attention to a Plain Jane like me who would never dare make a pass at  a looker like you.<br/></em>