<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><br/>I’ve stopped trying to anticipate who will appear before me in my investigations.  Sure, I have a picture; several in fact.  I have her criminal record.  I have the recorded charges and I know all about the viral internet film.  But I don’t know who will appear before me—the present person.<br/><br/>I’m greeted by the suspect, extending her hand with a firm business handshake.  I take her hand and only match her grip, then releasing her hand,  “I am Nan Rapido.  Detective.  Zurich police.”<br/><br/>“Sometime after, after you were at a jewelry store, a ring that you tried on turned up missing.  I’m investigating.”<br/><br/>I look around, not saying anything.<br/><br/>“You are residing here with Ms. du Monde, for how long?”<br/><br/>Another pause.<br/><br/>“Your past and, apparently, your present suggest you might know something of the ring.” Now for her reaction.<br/>