<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. Kantonspolizei Zürich</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">If Pussy has her way, I’ll be her traveling companion which means available for dinner, walks and me, probably.  <br/><br/>Pussy gives directions to a jeweler and then exits, requesting that I not call anyone.  Does she know?  I nod agreement and watch her leave.  I pull my phone out and text what some might call an update.  <br/><br/>In short order, she’s back from the jeweler—no longer having her packages.<br/><br/>I roll the window down, “Mission accomplished?  Perhaps?”  She’s pale normally, but she looks absolutely ghostly.   <br/></span>