<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>At Miami PD<br/>Noticing Emily</strong><br/><br/>Susan couldn't help looking at her.  You just didn't see women who looked that good every day, certainly not in a police station.  Susan was smiling, this was something to take her mind of what she was about to plunge into, anyway.<br/><br/>The eyes got her attention.  The woman had beautiful eyes. Somewhat haunted eyes.<br/><br/>It was subtle, it was hidden by an attitude of, well, perkiness.  But it was there.  Susan clicked on her Kindle, pretended to read.  But watched the  slightly older woman very carefully with her peripheral vision.<br/><br/>She'd seen eyes like that,  eyes in the faces of women who had lost everything, had nothing, but carried on with their lives regardless.<br/><br/>Well, that gave Susan an excuse to look at her, didn't it?