The hotel staff looked like a deer caught in the headlights. As he slowly began to back up towards the exit, she called out, “No, go ahead.” She g...estured towards the mini fridge with a hand, and in doing so knocked her still shaking vibe onto the floor. They both stared wide-eyed at the toy as it bounced noisily on the floor. The handsome staff moved quickly towards the fridge and restocked the contents. She was sitting now, her hands clutching the blankets up around her neck, covering her. " Well I'm sure that my folks won't mind, but I'll have to ask them, she can use the guest room down stairs, and we'll see what they say later, and I have news!" And what, pray tell, might that be?" And what, pray tell, might that be?" She mocks," You are so dramatic, there is this guy that came to my dancing school, and he was looking at me, and he was from one of those prestigeous schools, they usually look at the girls much younger, but he was looking at me, and I think he want's to sign me. She glanced back repeatedly,searching to see who might be following her, but she saw nothing.All I have to do is get across Park Avenue South, she thought. She couldsee it ahead. She was walking beneath scaffolding of a building beingrenovated, with a huge dumpster in the street.This is dangerous, she thought.She picked up the pace, close to a run. She was just about past thedumpster when she was suddenly knocked off balance. She was falling whena strong, sweaty hand clamped over her mouth,. However, when she mentioned that she was from the Bundespolizei of Brazil, the officer immediately raised his head, straightened his shoulders, and looked with surprise at Clara. He probably only heard the reference to Bundespolizei. Clara liked the sound of the word rolling off her tongue and was proud of herself, being able to pronounce it with perfection. It certainly had the desired effect.After a succinct explication for her presence, Clara was taken to a woman detective with the last name.