<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>Miami PD parking lot<br/>Waiting for Emily</strong><br/><br/>Walking out of that place, Susan knew exactly how Daniel had felt leaving the Lions den.<br/><br/>Well, more relieved than the old prophet perhaps.  Susan lacked any illusion that God was on her side.<br/><br/>Her hands were shaking again.  the adrenaline high of being on the spot had brought the usual stillness to her hands.  But now/  reaction blended with neural damage, her ahnds were shaking like leaves.  She fought it down, leaned against her car.  The sun helped.  A lot.  She breathed deeply and evenly, watching the PD intently, looking for Emily, her cell phone in hand.  Hoping for a call.  Desperately hoping.<br/><br/>And there she was, her lawyer, and she had no doubt at all of what the slick fellow was, conferring with her as they entered the lot.  She didn't whistle or wave, but she did move near their path where she could be seen. and stood quietly.<em>She might have changed her mind, she might have to meet with her lawyer, she might, she might oh hell, I haven't been this keyed up since I let that math nerdette slip her hand up the leg of  my gym shorts.  She sure took my mind off of other things, though.</em>