<div style="text-align: justify;">Colette was feeling really sick to her stomach to imagine what kind of a person Rich was. She did feel, deep down inside, that he deserved whatever he had coming to him. The only reason she would even help was because she considered Paul a friend. Otherwise, she would have let them all find their own way out of that mess. <br/><br/>~"I'm not sure about her"~, the chambermaid confessed, regarding Diane. ~"I mean, she did do what he asked and helped him deceive those women. But since you don't want her to get hurt, neither do I"~, she completed. What one wouldn't do for a friend, she thought to herself.<br/><br/>~"I have half a mind of writing a letter to each woman letting them know what kind of a pig this man is"~, she carried on. ~"Lucky for him I can't write in English"~.<br/><br/>After this vent, Colette stood up and started pacing back and forth. There should be something, some way they could...<br/><br/>~"Of course!"~, she exclaimed. ~"We need the hotel's guest list. If whoever is doing this thinks Monsieur Porter will not remember them, they might as well be using their real name"~, she explained. ~"I will go downstairs and find a way to get it... all right?"~,  Colette suggested, already moving for the door. ~"We need to try"~, she added before opening the door and slipping out quickly.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">************************************</div><br/><br/>In the police station, nobody really cared about what Shane had to say. They had heard their story - Martin's. And that's all they cared about. Of course, Shane was an American citizen, so they couldn't simply lock him up. The man would probably just spend the night and get a chance to calm down before he was released. The French police didn't want to get into international complications, after all.<br/><br/>The Gendarme who had brought Shane in had gone to find his superior. The man could communicate in a rudimentary English, and would be able to talk to the American prisoner.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for the Gendarme to come back with a grey-haired man whose light green eyes seemed calm. He looked like a somewhat exasperated father talking to a child. "Quiet down", he required - it was a request, not an order. He would speak only when Shane stopped shouting, no matter how long it took. "What do you want, sir?", the man asked. It might sound like a dry question, but it was clear that the older man was spending all of his English there.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">************************************</div><br/><br/>The hotel staff members seemed immensely relieved now that they had noticed that Martin wouldn't hold what had happened against the hotel. Had he said one bad word, and the place would lose a lot of business. And as tourists were their biggest source of income, it could even lead to them closing down.<br/><br/>Now that the danger was gone, they were happy and relaxed - and willing to believe whatever Martin chose to tell them.<br/><br/>"Very well, sir, thank you for being so understanding", the translator said on the behalf of the management employee. "We shall call at eight in the morning for you to come down for a special breakfast and then for the special services to be started, if that is all right?", the man offered, waiting on the couple's reply to get everything set.</div>