<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>… Nan offers her phone … maybe reluctantly … as my phone shows a notice for an incoming message … du Monde! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Just a moment Nan, watch over my shoulder.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the first line of the message contains what may be a passphrase … ‘!#@%$^^^^666–FAI gone right’ or some part of that before the space … copy that to my phone’s memo app … rad the rest …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Cross her? I didn’t cross her! I didn’t call the cops! And I don’t think I did anything suspicious! Holy shit, Nan!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… take her phone and call Peter …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Peter, Jaclyn using Nan’s phone. Listen, hope you’re okay. If you have any clue how the cops got involved, please advise. Du Monde thinks I called them. Gotta go. Call back on this phone if you need to talk. Bye!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… hang up and hand her the phone back … our taxi is supposed to be headed for our hotel that du Monde doesn’t know about until she tracks my phone there … with Nan still looking over my shoulder because she’s my only hope now except maybe Peter, I put it in Airplane mode and make sure that WiFi and Bluetooth are both off … then sit back a little … I’m shaking! … hold my hand up so she can see …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I’ll see about the video at our hotel, okay? What can I say to du Monde? I did not call the cops yet I’m taking the tumble for it? I bet she’s even going to blame me for losing diamonds if indeed the cops took those away. What am I going to do Nan? FAI or du Monde? What a choice!”</span></span><br/>