<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Miami PD</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Talking with Susan</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">A veteran’s cheque?  Susan was a veteran?  Did the cheque mean she’d been wounded? </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily hadn’t been expecting quite such a list of issues!  God, no wonder Susan felt a bit tense!  Here in the police station over a shooting and mixed up with ‘wrong people’, avoiding ‘wrong attention’ and going to jail… </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Oh that does sound like plenty to worry about!” she said sympathetically, “you’re a veteran?  Were you wounded or something?”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">The C5 sounded like it must be an aeroplane.  Baghdad?  That would be the Iranian war.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">There were so many questions she wanted to ask.  Meanwhile Susan was looking at her in a way Emily recognised…so she was into girls?  Hmm…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Well the thing she supposed she most wanted to know: “What's your work, Susan, that you need stuff for?”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">It would be something worthwhile, she was guessing: this was a looking like person with depth.  Depth, and worries. </span><br/><br/>