<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/3e88/4udf1zl8amlhhha6g.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><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Hard driving, knowing her mind—that was me.  Now, I’m behaving like a lapdog.  The diamond she so casually gave me was not glitter and false promise.  It was valuable.  Might it be stolen?  I don’t want to think about it.<br/><br/>After a wait of longer than an hour (I was told an hour, but what are more minutes to a lapdog?), V enters, clearly glitter and hopefully not false promise. Langsstrasse?  She wants us to go there?  If I run into any undercover ops, I can say I’m working a case.  I nod at the mention of 9.<br/><br/>And why am I here?  “The investigation is being broadened to others, away from you, but I’ll have to inquire further of you.  I thought you should know.  If that’s alright?”  Is it that I’ve wanted to be a lapdog?  Why am I so eager?  <br/></span>