<div class="floatleft"><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: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the next day I dress way down to visit a Walmart on the other side of the Hudson … cheap sunglasses to complete my image … come away with six phones and a recorder in exchange for cash … call Peter and set a time … 11:30 to call and then we can go to brunch …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i68.tinypic.com/dbrxnb.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… when the boys converge on my room, we sit at the table and I take out the note … turn on the recorder and set it near the phone … turn the phone to speaker mode … dial 555-867-5309 … answer on the fourth ring …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Hello, this is Audrey Farber.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… a familiar voice …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Hang up. I’ll call you back. Just listen, don’t speak or record.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… shrug and hang up … turn off the recorder … sip of water … 5 minutes perhaps before the phone rings again … turn the recorder on and answer on speaker …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Just listen. Don’t speak, don’t record. The fire-bomber is looking for a trophy and he already has the wall plaque made up with your name on it. Frame for trying to kill the fat man. Deal will be he’ll lay off if you bring in the diamond lady. You’re safe where you are but avoid air travel and going out unaccompanied. Try to get other video of the roof, no clue if there is one. Hang onto this phone but I’m burning mine. I’ll call you if there’s anything I can do.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and a dial tone … look at the boys …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I haven’t eaten today. Let’s do lunch. I’ll give you backstory and suspicions over a Bloody Maria.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… put the recorder in my room safe and the burn phone in my purse … we arrive at the bar and order … when the bartender is out of earshot, I look down and talk so I hope only they can hear me and hold one hand above my mouth so no one can see my lips moving …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/9v82o5.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “That was probably Ian O’Grady from FAI. The fire-bomber is probably his colleague Erdmann who torched my apartment in Vegas with flash bangs as du Monde and I escaped. He burned down the hotel. Fire got ahead of the low grade sprinkler system. Fat man is Edgar Jay who runs FAI. He and Erdmann and O’Grady interrogated me over several days over du Monde’s diamond which was apparently missing on the necklace when I gave it to them. They finally let me go. Days later, O’Grady warned me just ahead of Erdmann’s raid on my suite. Du Monde and I made it to the roof via back passages in the hotel and emerged just as her helicopter approached the roof. There was also a news helicopter. Jay was on the roof already when we arrived. Erdmann arrived just as Jay was trying to arrest me and du Monde. We broke away and sprinted for the cable below du Monde’s helicopter. We were a few feet away from the edge when we broke away. Jay may have staggered, he isn’t very fit y’know. We rode the cable into the helicopter and left the scene. Later I saw the TV footage where we broke free from Jay as Erdmann rush up. We didn’t push Jay, so either he staggered off by himself or Erdmann gave him an assist off the edge. How he survived that fall I’ll never know. The news camera was focused on us so Jay and Erdmann were off the center of the video and then out of site as we went into the helicopter. The news tried to follow us but du Monde’s whirlybird was much faster and maybe the pilot was better. We flew low and very fast and dodged up some narrow valleys into the mountains and popped over before we stopped to see whether we were free. They set me down near there at the itinerant worker’s camp where I have friends.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  our drinks arrive … take a long pull on my bloody … then chug much of the glass of water … when the bartender is away again, turn to the boys …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So any suggestions on how to ask du Monde for any video from her helicopter?”</span></span><br/>