<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>At her (very) humble apartment<br/>And later at the Police Station waiting to talk to the DA's office.</strong><br/><br/>No tub, she had to settle for a shower.   A long one, not ashot as she would have like, but it helped clear her head.<br/><br/>She dearly hoped Sgt Estevez had gotten the word.  She had left a text on his tipster cell phone, had flagged down a member of his squad outside the extremely busy police station to relay word that she ahd tried to get in, she truly had, would be back before noon the next day.  The place had looked like a nest of blue hornets that had been hit with a stick.<br/><br/>The shower would have been a lot more soothing if Linda had been there.  It was a small stall, nice and cozy.<br/><br/>Linda.  Nix.  Romano, she was sure Romano was in Nix's hands.  "What do I tell the DA about that?"  A question to God, the Devil, her own inner demons, who knew?<br/><br/>It was so late it was almost dawn when she tumbled into bed.  The first thing she had done when she got home was to sanitize the place.  It hadn't been hard, she kept her medical gear in satchels and gym bags, color coded for use.  They were in a safe location now, and a secure one she hoped.  Her apartment would be searched soon, and maybe not by the cops alone.<br/><br/>This was just too big, she had made a scene before that second fight, dangerous people would want to know what she had known.  Which was nothing, she was trying to save a kid from herself, that was all.  Not that various interested parties would dare to believe that.<br/><br/>The alarm jolted her awake, she had fallen asleep after all.  She would need it.  Bolting out of bed, instant coffee, Pop Tarts - she had to smile when she realized she was eating cherry.  She was still smiling when she started her car and headed for the station.  Her smile had vanished by the time she reached the Desk Sergeant.<br/><br/>"Susan Cochrane, I promised Sergeant Estevez I would be here before noon to talk to whoever he has lined up for me."  It was 11:30, plenty of time, he wouldn't think she was playing games.  She hoped.  "I know, it was a hell of  a night.  If he's off the clock, that's fine, I'll talk to whoever is waiting for me."<br/><br/>Eyes on her, she could feel them.  Maybe not right now, but she had been noticed walking in here, she had to have been.  She sighed inwardly and sat on a bench.  No contraband on her, her automatic and knife in her car.  She was as clean as wind blown snow, and under her light tan almost as pale.