<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;"><em>‘For what I just did’</em>—that’s her innocent description.  We’re headed for a park and maybe a code from du Monde.  I nod.<br/><br/>I hear sirens from where we’ve just come.  We’ll not be swept up in that police effort.  I smile at my cab mate.  “So we wait at a park?  And you get a code?  Sounds perfect.” <br/></span>