Her demurred hello sent shivers down my spine. Did I see she was flirting with me? Steve didn't say anything, and I sure as hell wasn't going to in fr...nt of my wife. Our table was called and we were seated in a booth, Steve and Audrey on one side, Beth and I on the other. Audrey was directly across from me and I felt her foot brush against my legs a couple of times during dinner. An accident, I told myself, although my hard-on said otherwise.Dinner went fine and it was about seven o'clock when. It was an old Don Johnson show that ran in the late '90s called "Nash Bridges." He played a smart-ass character, who was really the same character he'd played in Miami Vice, only older and divorced, with a grown daughter. He was Sonny Crockett, grown older and semi-tamed.What stuck in my mind was an episode in which his daughter and another girl had been injured in an accident, but the hospital got their identities confused. A spokesman came out to tell him that his daughter had died.I thought. Marcy felt her heart ache as she looked at it. The years they had been friends rearing up in her mind’s eye. The night she had plucked up the courage to tell Karmin how she felt.The taste of her lips.The feel of her skin.The arguments.The lies.The end.“Ok,” Marcy wiped tears from the corners of her eyes as she put the pictures down and looked at the P.I again. “It’s her. So where is she?”“Look at the rest of the pictures.” He insisted with a grin that she didn’t like.Marcy flicked the pictures. An ambulance arrived just as Louie and his friends were being handcuffed. Louie begged them to be careful of his injured hand, but the captain took on the task personally and managed to be unusually rough. Louie screamed, cursed and, to his enormous shame, wept.The ambulance crew moved Estelle gently onto a stretcher. SG insisted on walking, though she was wobbly and obviously dazed. The amazing thing, the ambulance crew and many in the crowd noticed, was that she hadn't shed a drop of blood,.