<strong>In transit between Cafe Georgio and the Sunset Club</strong><br/><br/>Mary silently handed Bill a bottle of water and  started the van.  She stayed quiet as she pulled out into the street and headed for the old club at just a hair over the speed limit.  Her face was a bit drawn and not just from Red's imminent death.  Those burns, something was nagging at eher about those.  She had a distinct feeling she had seen something like that before.  A half-memory associated with a ruin-topped mound in Iraq's western desert...  She shut that line of thought down fast.<br/><br/>The drive didn't take all that long.  She kept her eyes peeled, all seemed clear.  "No police, no gang-bangers.  And no junkies waiting for dealers."  She cut her eyes to Bill.  "What's up with tha- not my business."  She shut off the engine and slipped to the back of the van, opening the rear doors.  As she and Theo slid Red's stretcher out of the van she studied the dying man intently.<em>I wonder if I've seen what stronger could mean.  Now where the hell did that idea come from?</em>She shut that thought down fast as well. She had been telling herself for almost two years now that she worked nights because that was when she was needed.<br/><br/>The fact that she couldn't sleep at night just made that easier.