<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Once the shooting stopped Emily took a step back and looked at Jimmy: he wasn’t a threat any more, that was clear.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">This wasn’t exactly the first shooting she’d been present at, so once her ears had stopped ringing she was able to collect herself and get dressed, after which the remaining male staff were apparently willing to look at something else and get hold of the berserk young man.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She checked on Bob: he was still hanging in there.  She knelt down and told him to keep still and an ambulance was on its way.  </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She thought she could hear sirens already…time to clear out before any media turned up and started photographing everyone.  Better not to be on scene when the cops turned up too.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She walked out to the car park and got in her M3.  God she loved this car.  Chrissie had seemed to like it too. </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily fired up the V8 and headed for home.  Music on, a nice drive, and then her penthouse.  Maybe a run on the beach, later; and there was her facebook to check, wasn’t there?</span><br/><br/>