<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5b5a/33ou2hc5dq5wb5r6g.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/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Warcaof might have glanced at me upon Vajayjay’s introduction, but nothing more.  He is very intent.  <br/><br/>Vajayjay offers some alternative plans.  I don’t think much of them.  The friend/mentor might serve breakfast and offer a room, but clearly determined meanness snags her from there.  Interpol?  How long have her friends been in place?  Have their powers been eroded?  Are there others more powerful?  They can’t free her of the confession.  And FAI?  The true film of the event will be washed aside by contrived testimony of credible officialdom. <br/><br/>I nod when it’s suggested that she disappear, but add“Vajay—err, Jaclyn I think the only way to extricate yourself is kiss and makeup with du Monde, then get her jailed and convicted.” <br/><br/>Warcaof doesn’t quite scowl at me, but . . . “Blunt the efforts to get you.  Yes, disappear as Mr. Warcaof suggests.  Then contact her.”  It can be done with great risk to Jaclyn, but then I get credit for arrest and conviction of Jaclyn and arrest and conviction of du Monde along with her minions.  “It can be done.” <br/></span>