<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/ff6d/2eiwghvw6s44q42zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><em>About her</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">         </span></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>… his response is classic bluster … responding to only tiny details …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Do you see my phone anywhere, Peter? Or my credit cards? Or my passport? Anywhere? I haven’t spoken to my office since the train to Berlin. And you’re the one who told me you hadn’t heard from Olivia. How conveniently you’ve forgotten.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… turn to Taffy …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Du Monde had me carry some diamonds to a jeweler in Berlin. She told me they were Peter and Ari’s. In Berlin, I met with Peter briefly and told him all that. He said to deliver the diamonds to the jeweler.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… turn back to the boys …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Does du Monde really have your diamonds, Peter? Somehow I no longer believe you. And then you called in a police raid right after I left that jeweler. What did they find, Peter? Or was your devious plan to panic me? You told me that night that du Monde would be after me for the raid. Funny that du Monde never mentioned that the past few days I spent after you sent me back! Then you drove me under cover at your friend Anastasia’s whore houses and took my papers, phone, and credit cards. What did you do with them? How much did you make selling those? What have you done with the money I earned at Anastasia’s working on my back? And then you sent me 20 hours in an unheated railroad boxcar like the Nazi’s used when the sent the Jews to Auschwitz and didn’t have the damn courtesy to even give me a coat or blanket! No, you were hoping I’d die of exposure so you two wouldn’t have to answer for your little crime ring – you two and du Monde and Olivia and Anastasia. A whole gang out to extort all you can from little Miss Jaclyn! I think Interpol and the FAI might be interested in your conspiracy! Maybe I’ll turn state’s witness and the FAI will forget their silly murder allegations.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… look at the fresh drink … I’m trembling … hungry … and holding back my anger as best I can …</em></span></span><br/>