<strong>Paradiso Police Station</strong><br/><br/>"You're probably right." Lorraine managed a wan smile for Jason's sake. If only things were that simple. She bowed her head and let him lead her out of the holding room. Watching Jason close up the cell door she briefly considered telling him about Angela, but she didn't think he'd believe her. The last thing she needed right now was being put in a mental ward! "I'm fine." Again that tiny, brittle smile. "Just a bit shaken. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to babble." She placed a hand on his arm, offering a small, reassuring squeeze. "Really, I'm fine. But coffee sounds good. What'd you say about buying me one later? Once you're off duty? You wanted to ask me some additional questions anyway?"<br/><br/>She wouldn't have minded a nice cup of hot, steaming java right now, not to mention Jason's company, but Greg had left her unwittingly with one tiny piece of information and she didn't plan on wasting time finding out just what that meant. Unfortunately, that meant she didn't have the time to sit down for a drink with a handsome officer. To make her point she glanced at her watch and smiled ruefully.