<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5b5a/33ou2hc5dq5wb5r6g.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. <br/>Kantonspolizei <br/>Zürich</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">One of the agents casts about for a meet.  It’s good that she doesn’t propose a place.  “Definitely not the Dolder.” <br/> <br/></span><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/hagDps9.png)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Gelateria Castelletto</strong></span></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">“Let’s say Gelateria Castelletto.  Located directly at the corner of Rotenturmstrasse - Schwedenplatz.  In 45 minutes.”  <br/><br/>Is it near the train station?  Who knows?  Who cares?<br/><br/>I can get there before.  I can watch who enters and I can be relatively sure that they won’t have enough time for any setup.<br/><br/>“Bye.”  I disconnect. <br/><br/>I look around. No one is even close enough to have heard the conversation.  I leave and head for the Gelateria.  I guess I’ll see some aspect of what involves Jaclyn, <em>the bitch.</em><br/>  <br/></span>