<div style="text-align: justify;">Colette sighed after Paul’s words. It didn’t help much, indeed. If there was something different that he could remember… it seemed that they would have to rely on luck. The only slight lead they had was the name Jessica Barnes. Sure, it could be some random lady. But it might as well be the only link to the truth. <br/><br/>~“I think our own way out of this is to find this person”~, she suggested. ~“Do you think we should send her a note? I think confronting her right away would work against our best interest”~, Colette explained.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Marie was really relieved to see Shane out of jail. She planned on keeping him out now, and on keeping an eye on the young man, if at all possible. Marie didn’t really care what would happen to that woman, but she wouldn’t tell Shane that. It would obviously upset the young man. <br/><br/>“That they are”, she replied quietly. “But don’t worry, people who cause harm to others have theirs coming”, Marie continued. Her voice didn’t have any intonation that made it sound like a threat. She seemed to mean it much more like a regular statement, the kind of statement those who have lived a long life often made.<br/><br/>Nodding when Shane said heading back to the hotel would be better, Marie turned in the direction they needed to take to reach Le Grand Hotel. With a sigh, she responded to Shane’s musing. “She is her own person, and is old enough to make her own decisions, son”, the woman remarked gently. “Would you like to write her? Maybe she would respond better to the written word, or at least be more willing to listen instead of argue?”, she suggested, wanting to give the woman the benefit of doubt.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Without breaking character, the young Italian woman kept on smiling as she led Rich to her bed. As they walked, the woman started undressing the Agent, as though she was too impatient to wait. <br/><br/>Once they reached the bed, the Lady pushed Rich on the bed. “Take me, my King”, she whispered, her lips brushing against the Agent’s ear. “I can barely wait”, she whispered, hoping he would just get this over with and go to sleep as soon as he was satisfied.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Pierre knew that they couldn’t talk freely where they were. Someone could hear them, and they didn’t want that for now. Once the work was done, everything would be out in the open anyway.<br/><br/>When Martin agreed to his suggestion, Pierre finished his drink and made a sign for the man behind the counter, indicating that he should get the drink down on his tab. He then stood up, keeping his friendly smile to Martin. <br/><br/>“I’m sure she will enjoy it, they are very relaxing. Come on, let us go up to my room, and from there you can take some books for your wife to choose from”.<br/><br/>Once he finished his invitation, Pierre waited for Martin to decide whether he would come now, or would do something before following him.</div>