<div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/6343/y41llpeul19tnqs6g.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center">_______________</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Ari and I are used to improvising.  It did not take too much time or thought to agree on what we’d do.  Ari would be stationed in the cab we took to the jeweler.  I’d get out and simply sit on a bench opposite the jeweler and watch for danger, whatever that meant.<br/><br/>We arrive early.  I get out and head for the park side.  The sun is warm where it falls.  The shadows are cool if not cold—is it a personality test as to whether you choose sun-wear or bundle up for harsh, coming weather?  I survey the area.  What should I be looking for?<br/><br/></span><div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/ac56/qql53y1by5xgqey6g.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I amble to the nearest bench opposite the jewelers.  I look.  There’s a blonde who has chosen to sit in the sun.  Her choice: enjoy the warmth, it’ll be fine.  I smile thinking Steffy Dubois, or her sister?  <em>Hee-hee!</em>  I take my seat and wait. Eventually, I see Jaclyn exit her cab.  <em>Be alert!  More alert!</em><br/><br/><br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/0906/imrk1cpkb5c4eh16g.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I look around surveying.  <br/><br/><em>Peter:</em><strong>“Avi.  The one sitting on the ground, the one with a sign.”</strong> <br/><br/><em>Ari:</em> “I see her.” <br/><br/><em>Peter:</em> <strong>“She seems . . . familiar.  I think.”</strong> <br/><br/><em>Ari:</em> “Noted.” <br/><br/>Jaclyn walks out of the jewelers.  The homeless observer watches discreetly.  Does she . . . she has a cell phone!  The devil!  <em>Jehoshaphat!</em> <br/></span>