Then he saw her. She was standing at the far side of the room, at the center of a group of about six men and women. She was laughing, with the same familiar wide smile. Her hair was different, though. Twelve years ago she'd worn it shoulder-length with a very slight reddish tint that shifted it from its natural black-brown. Now, it was stylishly short and natural. Chase could even pick out the attractive silver threads that had begun to highlight it. She laughed again, and somebody handed her a drink. She thanked him, and turned her gaze on another person in the group. She was working them. Chase smiled.