<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Courtesan Vajayjay</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and so we walk … pleasant enough day … cool … athletic fields unused perhaps because today is a work day and school day … a nearby church rings the hours … half past 11 … noon … half past noon and then one and then one thirty …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Okay Nan, let’s go find us a taxi.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… back toward where I met Peter … hail a taxi and hand the driver the card I’d printed …</em></span></span><br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>      </td><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Wir sprechen kein deutsch.<br/>Bitte bringen Sie uns in die Reichsstraße 107 und warten<br/>Sie, bis ich einen kurzen Auftrag erledigt habe.<br/>Ich danke dir sehr.<br/><br/></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Note</div><div class="spoiler_body">We don’t speak German. Please take us to Reichsstraße 107 and wait while I run a quick errand. Thank you so much.[/size]</div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and €20 … take out my phone and turn it on … no text or voice messages pop up after it finds the cellular service though I assume du Monde is tracking me now … settle back for the ride …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/0e25/y13e3jq02zacobwzg.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “It’ll all be over soon, Nan. Maybe we can go back to New York together. I’ll fly you First Class if your superiors will allow that. And send back drinks if not.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we arrive and the driver pulls into a parking place right out front …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Please wait Nan, and please don’t make any phone calls. I shouldn’t be long. Come looking for me if I’m gone more than a half hour.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… pat her hand and get out … walk to the door and inside … a salesman approaches …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Herr Joachim Grallert, bitte.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he escorts me toward the back and knocks on a door … ‘Eingeben’ … I open the door and step in … close it behind me … turn to see Herr Grallert … he rises behind his jeweler’s bench …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “What’s the best way to the train station?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “You could walk, but it’s about ten blocks.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “That’s fine, I could use the exercise.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… very good English … good, no mention of taking the streetcar … and neither of us said anything about using a streetcar to indicate suspicion of surveillance … he raises an eyebrow … open my coat to reveal my waist pack with the two plastic bags, one with the tracker … take them and put them on his desk … he nods and says nothing …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Guten Tag, Herr Grallert.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… fasten my coat over the pack … turn and let myself out … his ‘Guten Tag’ echos …</em></span></span><br/><br/><br/>