<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">The police have left.  Is it because it’s Berlin, Germanic, that they unsnarl traffic before doing so?  That’s a relief, but vital time has been lost.  How would we have filled in the time?  I’m not sure, but any action was stymied.<br/><br/>I look at my phone.  <em>Egad!</em>  While sitting in this vehicle a call came in and went to voicemail.  I listen to the message.  I hear the words and I hear the stress.<br/><br/>I turn to Ari.  <strong>“Jaclyn.  She’s using Nan’s phone and I don’t know who Nan is, but du Monde thinks the police raid is due to her.  Not good.”</strong>   <br/><br/>Ari simply spreads his hands in a gesture of frustration.  <br/><br/><strong>“So besides du Monde hellbent on fixing our or my wagon, she now has Jaclyn in her sights I presume.”</strong> Ari spreads his hands again and nods.<br/></span>