<div class="floatleft">(http://i64.tinypic.com/jph9uc.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Nan Rapido</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Det. Kantonspolizei Zürich</span></strong></div></div></div><br/>“2 days?  Heaven, then Hell.  That’s a shame.  I mean with her, did you say rack?  Her rack no longer available.  Those words in the car must be seared in your memory.  Was it out the door of the shop, arguing, into the car and more arguing, like that?”<br/><br/>“This other woman.  Her name?  Did she hear what was said or was it only before you got into the car?”<br/><br/>I shrug, pretending not knowing what to make of all these pieces.  “Well, since I’m here.  Do you know anyone who might have insider information on the Warcaof diamonds?  I mean besides you.”<br/><br/>