<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In the Miami Night<br/>Left to her own devices.</strong><br/><br/>The night was still rather young.  And lively, but not tool ively by Miami standards.<br/><br/>"Where... Hm."  Damn good question.  She gave the cabbie the address of a little hole in the wall bar Damien and his buddies hung out at.  She badly needed to reconnect with what was going on.  A thought struck her.  "Wait, drop me two blocks from that address."  Just in case the Cops were watcihng, that had been quite a firefight, even by Miami standards.  Someone other than Cops might be watching.  Latin Kings?  Best hope not.