<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>Miami PD<br/>Talking with Emily</strong><br/><br/>"I'm Susan."  She stood up when she took the other woman's offered hand, then perhaps rleuctantly let go.  She waved to the bench next to them.  Please, sit."  The medic's mind was racing, placing the accent.  A Kiwi?  She didn't say that aloud.<br/><br/>"You're from New Zealand!  North island or South?  She stretched her legs out as she sat back down, crossing her ankles, and perhaps not by accident, tilted slightly on the bench so she could watch the main entrance.<br/><br/>"Boys, I know what you mean.  Too much drama, raging hormones, I have other things to worry about."  She had held Emily's hand just a bit longer than politeness required.  Her head tilted slightly.<br/>"Nothing?  You woldn't be here if it was nothing.  But that's between you and the co-, the police."<em>My, what an interesting woman.<br/> </em>