<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>:Paris, the flat<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: all<br/><hr/>Ignoring the embarrassing spatter of water, Emily's eyes trail over the newspapers on her way to the door.<br/><br/>Pausing at John's comment, she thinks back to when they first met Renaut as she gives a cursory look over the headlines. "Well, he did introduce himself as Inspector Renault back then, didn't he?  I seem to remember him being in charge of a whole SWAT team, after all."<br/><br/>Her eyes flick up to the others and she shrugs, "And that was," she almost says 'back home', but thinks better of it, "a whole other country.  He must have some serious pull.  What better way to keep things under a tight reign than through the cops?"  Except, she realizes, the cops don't know everything.  No one truly does.  "It's a safe bet that they have connections... leaders, that kind of thing... in ALL walks of life."  Lifting the flap of one overlapping paper, she scans the headline about Catholic protests.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure that we need to rent a horror movie... it looks like they're all over town."