<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a very non-tourist bar<br/>Sniffing the air</strong><br/><br/>"Urbano!"  He got a light peck on the cheek, she knew him well enough for that.  the others?  Well, if they were with Urbano, they weren't immediately dangerous.  No seat next to him at the table, so she took the one across from him - pointedly leavng equal space between herself and the other two - but she dis give them each a half-smile and a nod.<br/><br/>"I've been lying low.  A dark rum and coke."  The last to a waitress.  "Nobody seems to want to  bring me in.  Officially anyway, so I'm poking my head up.  Where's Damien?  Is Cherry OK? Are any of my patients screaming for me? What's going on?"