<strong>Emily and Sue</strong><br/><strong>Miami PD</strong><br/>The official-looking figure passed Emily with but a cursory glance, and went straight to Sue.<br/>"Glad to see you here at last", the man nodded, showing that he's not glad, just good-mannered. "Please, follow me to give your statement!"<br/>At the same time, a soft hand with many rings brushed lightly on the New Zealander's shoulder.<br/>"Apologies for making you wait, miss, but the traffic is sooo awful this time of the day!", an almost song-like voice said behind her. "Let me lead you to Sergeant Philips' office, who was so kind as to give me the documents".<br/>Sergeant Philips either hates Gabriel's guts (and it's quite the gut the man's got, so his hate's got a big, easy target), or you know nothing about glances. Ah well. Lawyers and cops. Cowboys and Indians probably had a better relationship way back when.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">***</div>It rapidly became clear that the cop wasn't really after Susan.<br/>On the other hand, he was trying to threaten her with possible involvement in a high-profile case. "That would be very unfortunate, of course! I say this country should have more respect for veterans. But we can't allow anyone to see above the law, and it seems you were in a place with some people whose files are longer than my... hunting rifle, for the worst cases!", etc, etc.<br/>What he wanted to get from her was obviously names. Names of the shooters, mostly. Who had put the 10 mm bullets causing the death of two men? Who had killed yet another? Who had chewed the man and woman in the centre of the room with automatic fire?<br/>It was up to her whether to tell him, and they both knew that. But as he hinted, the cops had a thousand and one ways to make her life damned hard if she didn't. Or they could take it easy on her...<br/>She was in front of the PD at precisely 1515.<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div>It rapidly became clear that the cop wasn't trying to get Emily. Jimmy was, after all, obviously a disturbed individual.<br/>Still, people were shot. And somehow, the murderer seemed to be infatuated with her. Had she given him cause for such rash actions? What were her relations with him?<br/>That would have been the questions, if Gabriel wasn't there. But he was, and for many of them, she saw him lifting a finger up - the cop who was helping Philips obviously had Native Indian blood, and stared long and hard at said finger every time - and each time he intoned. "I advise you not to answer this question, miss McPherson!"<br/>Every time, this provoked an argument with the DA. The young woman seemed to hate Gabriel almost personally, and gladly started arguments she knew she was going to lose.<br/>It was exactly 4 p.m. when they went out of the PD, and back to the parking lot. Gabriel was puffing like a steam machine and using a handkerchief to dry up the sweat from his forehead.<br/>"I have to give you a file on Nix Junior", he said almost nonchalantly while they were walking around the parked cars. "Actually, I sent it on your e-mail address. There will be a party tonight for his son's and daughter's birthdays. Guess who's been invited?"