<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In the Miami Night<br/>Left to her own devices.</strong><br/>She got into the drinking hole, and the noise of the music engulfed her. It was classic jazz, and Miles Davis was staying for long on a single chord. The net he was weaving in and out of consonance and dissonance enveloped her, but felt strangely calming after all the excitement she has been through this day. Probably just what the fighters needed after a day giving and absorbing shocks in the gym.<br/>They noticed her rapidly. Urbano was there, and he waved her to a table he was sharing with a couple other guys. One of them seemed at least part Lation, had a bald head, and looked Susan over appreciatingly. The other was a Caucasian-looking youngster, early twenties, and seemed to look first for the reaction of the older men, before giving her a look-over in turn.<br/>Well, at least this one seemed to like what he had seen, as he smiled warmly. But he still couldn't beat Urbano.<br/>"Hey, doc? Glad to see you! Take a seat, and have a drink. What leads you here?"