<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>Far too close to the scene of slaughter<br/>With Sgt Estevez, one of Miami's finest </strong><br/><br/>"I was keeping my eyes open, then I was running for my life."  Susan raised her hands in a placating gesture.  "Not what you mean, I know.  Look, I'll talk to the DA, give him a statement, an accurate one."<em>Not exactly a fully truthful one, but accurate.</em>Susan dearly needed time to think about what she was going to say in that little chat, you bet she did.<br/><br/>"I didn't recognize any of the shooters, never saw them before.  On either side of the initial fight.  With God as my witness, Estevez,  as soon as I saw things winding up, me and my friends got out of there.  You know the guys I hang out with, Cut men, Trainers, guys old enough to know better than get involved.  We were at the door on our way out when the shooting started."<em>God, what do I tell the DA?  I'm going to be on record, and people are going to see the transcript, people will talk to other people, oh God, what do I do?</em><br/><br/>"I didn't shoot, I didn't even pull, waving a gun around in there, hell, I'd have been a bullet magnet!"  She took a cautious step away from him towards her car, it was right there at the corner, so close.  "One hour, Sarge, I'll be at the station."  She took another step, turned her back on him and walked to her car with the same edgy clarity of feeling as when she dived out of an armored ambulance track to grab a wounded man.<br/><br/>"I miss this, I miss this, Killer Angels from heaven I miss this!"  Turning the ignition felt like she was chambering a round in her M4, pulling away was stepping into enemy fire.<br/><br/>She hadn't felt this alive in a year and a half.