<strong>Susan Cochran<br/>Miami PD<br/>talking to Emily</strong><br/><br/>Susan smiled, it was hard not to.  "We can go more upscale than a taco truck, then.  You choose, I'm fine with most anything.  But I'm not a rich woman."<br/><br/>The smile turned to a grin at Emily's touch.  "I'd love to have your number."  And that smile on Emily's face didn't fade as the woman turned away.<br/><br/>"I'm not this lucky."  She muttered it under her breath as she watched her new... friend, she very much hoped, walk away.  Well, friend, bed partner, even if she was no more than a way to pass the time for that woman, Sue would take it.  It had been a while.  Damian and others pretty much assumed she liked girls, because she had never shown any interest in a man.  But although she hadn't woken up screaming in months, she had gotten used to sleeping alone.<br/><br/>She hadn't gotten used to being alone, though.  She leaned her head back, her eyes sweeping the lobby out of habit, and saw somebody entering with purpose, somebody with an official air, looking directly at her.<br/><br/>Showtime.