<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/2cxj6e0.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Ari Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Brothers Warcaof<br/> – Entrepeneur - </span></strong><br/><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>I look at Peter and he nods for me to respond.  “Bottom line is dreaded insurance.  Well, dreaded insurance plus the cause for the loss that was sustained.”<br/><br/>“It’s not complicated.  We pledged liquid assets to finance the purchase and sale of diamonds.  Large, very large.  All went well until actual transport when they were stolen.  Cleverly stolen.”  I spread my hands, “Financial dominoes after that.  The liquid assets that were pledged were frozen, pending repayment.”  I look at Jaclyn, no getting away from the bottom line: “Insurance?  Yes, we have insurance—the proverbial contract that provides one the right to sue the now not-so-friendly insurer to get payment.  It’s take a claim number just like a butcher shop.”<br/><br/>“Insurance will eventually pay 65% of the loss, but when is key.  Major financial shambles for the next months.  Then just plain old shambles.”<br/><br/>I look at Peter: “And yes, it’s du Monde Peter.  Diamonds.  Our diamonds.  The MO.  That one girl was seen it seems.  Possibly seen, but I’d say yes it was her.  For us, it was a major cache of diamonds, but not premier like other merchants.  Motive?  Vengeance for sophomoric trickery way back when or .  .  . something else, but no, tricking of the Queen of Diamonds is what must be behind this.”<br/><br/>The rest?  I’ll not play the game of human motives yet; du Monde and Jaclyn—Peter is so honorable, du Monde cannot view him as a suitor.<br/><br/>I look at Peter who is nodding.  This time nodding, finally agreeing that it must be du Monde.<br/>