<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/07d9/26i7lgh1zps71ke6g.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;">Maybe she wants me to be her trophy-cop.  Pussy describes how she’s rich or her workers are or—she’s turned me into a bimbo cop!—I don’t know what she’s saying.  I try to keep up with her, “So you’re rich—that’s good to know.  That will dispense with the financial application I usually require and establishes you’re buying whatever we get.”<br/><br/>I pinch her just to keep her distracted in a way as I listen.  “So I shouldn’t overcomplicate things, but you’ve got the FAI with a vendetta.  Just mentioning them complicates things and it’s not my doing.”<br/><br/>Maybe the FAI is an explanation for her frenetic energy—wound up, then wound up some more.  Should I just listen? </span>