<div style="text-align: justify;">Colette nodded when Paul said that, if Amy wanted revenge on Rich, she would have gotten it in America. But one never knew. Maybe she thought it would be harder to link the events to her if it happened somewhere else? Or maybe someone in her family was involved in the situation, and she wasn’t. It was hard to tell. <br/><br/>~“That’s a very strong possibility”~, Colette agreed. ~“I am sure that if I had been mistreated, my mother and siblings would definitely want to get payback”~. <br/><br/>That was all well and good, but of course, there was a problem. How on Earth would they figure out who the person was? ~“That still doesn’t help us much, does it?”~, Colette asked, after thinking for a moment or two.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Marie was relieved to hear that Shane would behave. She didn’t want him to get in trouble - more than he already was -, and causing any problems at all would definitely not work to his advantage. Once she was sure that he would behave and not get in trouble, the woman said her goodbye and hung up the phone to go to the station.<br/><br/>Seeing Shane sitting quietly, the woman felt relieved. He had indeed behaved. That would make life easier for them. When Shane said he would sign the paper, Marie smiled and then turned to the man who had brought her here. She asked something in French, her intonation making clear she was impatient. <br/><br/>The man said something back, equally in French, and moved closer to the door, unlocking it. As soon as the door was opened, Marie gave Shane a hug. “Come on, son, come on, we need to get you out of here. This is no place for you”, she encouraged, shooting a dirty look at the police office while she followed the man to a small table. Marie picked up the paper and read it. “It says simply that you promise not to disturb the peace for as long as you are in Paris”, the woman explained before setting the paper down so Shane could sign it.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Back in her room, the Italian lady was unaware of the details of what had transpired downstairs, but she already knew what she needed to know, and that only made her more disgusted at Rich. Still, she was a good enough actress to make it seem that she was experiencing a delighted surprise, instead of disgust, when she opened her door and saw the Agent. Showing one of her lustful smiles, the Lady caressed Rich’s neck, already pulling the man into her room. “How long do we have, my King?”, she asked, her dark eyes piercing through Rich’s.<br/><br/>Downstairs, at the lobby, Pierre set down his book when he saw Martin. The young French actor showed Martin one of his bright smiles. His expression changed a little when he ‘noticed’ that Martin was hurt. Pierre lifted a hand, but lowered it back before it could touch Martin’s face.<br/><br/>“Are you all right?”, he asked very quietly, concern clear in his bluish-green eyes.</div>