<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In the kitchen by a window<br/>Watching the lawn party.</strong><br/><br/>"What the hell?"<br/><br/>A scuffle iin the bushes far too close to happy kids, she was on the alert at once.  Setting aside her coffee cup -draining it out of habit.  Combat reflexes were starting to kick in and she might need the caffeine.  The hand reaching behind her back touched nothing but skin under her shirt.<em> In the car, with my knife, oh shit.</em><br/><br/>And her reaction to the disturbance told a couple of the people on the staff she was more than a casual visitor to the estate, she was sure of it.