<div class="floatleft">(http://i64.tinypic.com/jph9uc.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>I open my purse and take out my i.d. along with the badge.  Showing it, “If you like, you can take a picture with your phone.”  (Smile).  “Tons of pictures of Amanda on the phone?  Pre-breakup I mean.  Even pictures together?  I would think.  I’d love to see those, when you were happy and all.”<br/><br/>I return to questions that have been left hanging, “How long have you known Amanda?” “Did you go to any other stores?  How did you get there?”<br/><br/>I look around the room.  I turn back to my interview: “I don’t want you to think we’re, I’m, being cavalier in my inquiries.  I’ve reviewed all the materials and video.”<br/><br/>(Smile).  “Playtime at a resort, passing through customs with an<em><span class="bbc_u">‘alleged'</span></em>major diamond—du Monde issue there.  Du Monde known for diamonds and all it might take to acquire.  Let’s see—Warcaof.  He lost diamonds as well and you’ve associated with him.  Has anyone interviewed you about that, the possibility that someone close to the Warcaofs had inside information for the job?’”<br/><br/>And one more circle back: “How long have you known Amanda?” “Did you go to any other stores?  How did you get there?”<br/>