<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… stand there stunned … whisper …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Please Dianne!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… look at her back … meekly follow the minion … at the front door are my roller and purse … she holds the door … follows me out and gestures to the car … climb in the back and she gets in front … it’s cold … open my roller and get out a sweater … pull that on over the lacy, shear blouse … wrack my brain for what I did wrong or failed to do right … replay the whole conversation … what could I have done differently? … what? … what? …<br/><br/>… my thoughts are interrupted when my door is opened and a man leans down …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Checken Sie ein, Fraulein?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… look around and realize we’re stopped at a hotel  …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/03/79/ca/f0/the-dolder-grand.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Um, Ja.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I get out and wait while he extracts my bag and closes the door … the car departs before I have a chance to thank the driver … the bellboy leads me to the entrance and to the reception desk …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Ich wünsche Ihnen einen schönen Abend, Fraulein.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and he doesn’t pause even a moment for a tip … only at 5 star hotels … I turn to the desk … a bright looking young woman smiles …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I, um, don’t have a reservation. Do you have rooms available?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… her reply is in English with a very light German accent … yes they have rooms … I dig in my purse for my credit card and passport for identification … she brightens further …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “We already have rooms booked in your name, Fraulein Rosendahl. By Herr Warcaof! Herr Peter is one of our regulars as is his brother.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… what? … oh, Peter and Ari are here! … and I failed with Dianne … she hands me a key card and a bellboy escorts me with my bag to the elevators and up … I open the door and he takes the roller in and sets it on the stand … wishes me a nice evening and departs … look around …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://www.thedoldergrand.com/app/uploads/2015/10/TDG_Maestro_Suite_020-1400x933.jpg)</div><br/><div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td> (https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8fe4/6j95lo3bsegl3jxzg.jpg) </td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Meanwhile in the bar, a butler hands Peter a note.<br/><em> Herr Warcaof,<br/>  Fraulein Rosendahl has just checked in.<br/> She appeared quite confused and went<br/> straight to her rooms.<br/>     — Mueller</em></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… sit down in the comfortable chair and start to cry … I’ve totally blown it … have nothing to show … and can’t go home again without dealing with that damnable FAI! … oh! <br/><br/>… my phones! … dig those out of my purse … turn both on … stare at them … the one is to Dianne … Peter would call on the other or on the room phone … I don’t want to talk top anyone! … and realize I’m hungry and thirsty … room service menu … from the hotel phone, order a cheeseburger and fries and quadruple Glenmorangie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/64da/5l6cxho0hpg72pfzg.jpg)<br/><strong>Rahel Bossart</strong><br/>Fedpol Agent<br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </div></div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  I get an alert at home when her phone comes alive. Late in the evening. How did her driver evade us? At least five cars and several tunnels is all. I’m angry and my people are angry and Interpol is angry and now 24 hours after she landed and poof, here she is inside the Dolder Grand.<br/><br/>  Should I contact her tonight? I do place one call to a stringer we keep at the Dolder. They manage to verify that she checked in to rooms booked by Herr Peter Warcaof and even gives me a room number. We already knew the Warcaof brothers had arrived and checked into the Dolder so the fact that they had booked her a room, did that mean they expected her? Our stringer takes a walk with his lapel camera and finds the Warcaofs in the bar having dinner and no sign of Rosendahl. I ask them to watch for several hours to see if she joins them.<br/><br/>  I advise my people what I’ve learned and we discuss when to contact Rosendahl. We decide if she appears in the bar then I will go and see if I can talk with her. Otherwise it’ll be in the morning.</span></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I strip and put on the hotel robe and slippers … I’m about to throw the clothes in the trash when I decide that no, they may be what I choose to wear if if I approach Du Monde again … the food and drinks arrive … two tumblers sealed to prevent spills … sit at the desk and eat the part of the burger and a few of the fries … the Glenmorangie is going down too nice! … enough food and I start the jet tub to filling … bath salts and oils … turn on the jets and test the water … cool it a bit … light the candles and turn off the light and ditch the robe … set the second glass of whisky on the edge and sink into the bubbles … oh so relaxing! … what the hell did I do wrong with du Monde! … sip the whisky and rewind the whole thing in my brain … what should I have done different? …<br/><br/>… eventually with the whisky long gone, I drain the tub and step into the shower to rinse off … and then into the clean bed … my skin seems to have calmed down though I can still feel her fingers on my cheek … exhausted sleep …</em></span></span><br/>