<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Pvoznfl.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Danai</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Danai:</em>  “I knowww<em>www</em>” admittedly I whine.  “We both agreed that we wanted to be rid of her.  AND, technically, Mistress du Monde has not told us not to ‘interact’ with her.” <br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f9a1/cet6epcotie37z46g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Amanda</span></strong> <br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong> </div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> <em>Amanda:</em>  ‘Interact’?  That’s what Danai is calling it?  Making sure the FAI takes her—interact?  Really?  <br/><br/><em>Danai:</em>  “Well, it’s too late.  You and I agreed.  It’s Vajayjay and away.  The agent will be waiting for us to get to the café.”  Amanda gives me a look.  “No, I don’t know if Interpol will be there.” <br/><br/><em>Danai:</em>  “A couple of hours and we’ll be rid of her.”  I look at my phone to make sure of the time.  “Easy.  Vajayjay and us to make nice, get things back on the right track.  At the café.  That’s what she thinks.  Then the bearded guy takes her off our hands.” <br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EwU4iX.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong> </div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> <em>Steffy:</em>  Peter told me that Jaclyn’s wealth may no longer be hers, at least mucho shrinkage.  I’ll not worry over that.  I’m glad I made the decision to get in the fray.  In the airport, now moving toward a meet with the FAI guy and a Jaclyn intercept.  He better be as he’s promised.  (Authority to act and get set, Jaclyn not taken by them).<br/> <br/><em>Steffy:</em> I text our two agents with boots on the ground:<br/><br/><em>### I’m here.<br/>### We need understanding and persuasion in place<br/>### Get ready to move, follow my direction<br/>### More to follow.<br/>~~SEND</em><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/90d9/ec6u1j9bt29haur6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Ian O’Grady</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>FAI Investigator</strong></span></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> <em>Ian O’Grady:</em>  I get an alert.  No one knows about my ‘personal’ arrangements over Jaclyn.  But, now my phone sets out an unwanted alert: <em>Steffy Dubois, CGDA, known Jaclyn Rosendahl friend/associate id’d at airport.</em>  I just don’t want this to blow-up, just not blow-up!<br/></span>