<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>On her boat</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Trying to get things back together.</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"I have no idea, I'm sorry."  Emily wasn't interested either.  She'd been told to put Nix to sleep at a party and that's what she'd done; whoever he'd been, he hadn't felt a thing she was pretty sure.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Anyway she didn't think the girl was going to open fire now.  She lowered her pistol, feeling the pain return as the tension eased down from lethal.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile that was the second time she'd introduced herself to this girl and not had an acknowledgement.  She let her smile fade.  "Where can we drop you?"</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Oh!  The boat was still moving!  She got up and sat at the wheel, switched off the autopilot, turned on the lights, and throttled back.</span>