Felicity finished her coffee while telling herself that everything would be all right. Surely, she could find a place to be safe, and surely, the killers would be brought to justice without her testimony. Wasn't she always taught in school that justice would prevail? But she was no longer a wide-eyed school girl, and she knew that danger and violence existed. She had seen it up close and personal. The last look of surprise on Ron's face flashed before her and she saw the blood ooze through his jacket from his chest. Felicity shook her head to clear it of unwanted painful memories.