<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a marina<br/>Getting her bearings</strong><br/>The men looked at her once, fleetingly, and didn't pay attention. Some might have thought her a paid escort coming from a yacht, except her hair identified her as something else. And the exhaustion, which she didn't have to feign, was ironically helping her there.<br/>Susan, however, got a good look at them. Three men, all white, good suits that have seen better times, holding guns with silencers and a pump-action shotgun...<br/>And one of them she knew from the party, she had seen him earlier at the fights. Nix's bodyguard - ex-bodyguard, actually, since the man was dead now...<br/>She knew them all, she realised, despite never being introduced officially. They were all either at the party, the fights, or both. The Dixies were here, and for what she could see, coming in arms.<br/>And judging by the fact that she could see one of them sniffing something, they weren't going to act reasonable.<br/>It was only exhaustion that prevented her from reacting in a more vigorous manner and attracting attention. Or shock. Or the post-coital...well, post-<em>sexual</em>feeling of happiness and fulfilment. Actually, the last one seemed most likely.<br/>God bless the endorphins!