<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/>Nodding—let her think everything is fine.  So I nod, thinking.  “Engagement on, then off.  What was the killer fight over?”<br/><br/>I pause to see if she wants to share, then continue.  “So you weren’t focused on the seniors?  We tracked them down from the video.  Apparently, they left when they saw your former sticking her hand down your backside.  Scandalized I guess.”<br/><br/>“Not something that’s in the video.  The hand moving to your backside.  Strange in a way.  That probably happens in Vegas too.  I guess.”<br/><br/>“Any of this triggering any memories?”<br/>