<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Pvoznfl.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Danai</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> <em>Danai:</em> It’s tense.  Waiting.  <br/><br/><em>Danai:</em> At last!  The bitch saunters in.  It’s like she’s walking through a cloud.<br/><br/><em>Danai:</em> I look at Amanda.  What a coincidence!  Here we are after Amanda texted her!  I look at Amanda again and roll my eyes.<br/><br/><em>Danai:</em> For the first time, I look toward the FAI agent.  He’s quick!<br/><br/><em>Danai:</em> He grabs Vajayjay’s wrist (so assertive!)<br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f9a1/cet6epcotie37z46g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Amanda</span></strong> <br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong> </div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Amanda:</em> I look at Danai.  What a coincidence!  Here we are after I texted her!  I look at Danai again and roll my eyes.<br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em> I look toward the FAI agent.  He’s quick!  Wouldn’t mind Danai doing that to me (but I can’t let my mind wander).<br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/90d9/ec6u1j9bt29haur6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Ian O’Grady</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>FAI Investigator</strong></span></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>FAI agent O’Grady:</em> “Jaclyn Rosendahl, I am taking you into custody.  It’s over.”  (Or at least I hope it’s at least out of the du Monde beehive.)<br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EwU4iX.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong> </div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Steffy:</em> I’m almost on time.  Or, if it was meeting a friend for lunch, it would be on time or early.  I see the two troublemakers smirking as Jaclyn is ‘taken’.<br/><br/><em>Steffy:</em> How to handle this with no planning?  Umm . . . “This seems <strong>highly</strong> irregular sir!  I know this woman.  I will go with her if you intend to take her.”  <br/><br/><em>Steffy:</em> I squeeze Jaclyn’s arm, whispering, <em>“Jaclyn, go with him, we’ll get rid of any constraints, like pronto.  I’m here to be with you.”</em> <br/> <br/><em>Steffy:</em> The two who were sitting at the table are fast-walking out.  Those have to be the two Peter described.  Well, at least there was no knife play.<br/></span>