hand gun out from behind her back and he
stopped.
“Well, this is a first,” he said, surprised.
Allise took a few steps forward.
“Now if I were you, I'd be careful who ya
thieve from,” she said with a smirk.
The man’s eyes glanced down at her
hand. As he focused back on hers, she saw a
change.
“You've seen this before?” she asked,
looking at her hand. He shook his head.
“Uh, no ma'am. Never seen it before in
me life!”
Allise shoved him up against a wall.
“You’re lying! You tell me or you just might as
well say goodbye to tonight's supper.”
The man took a deep breath before replying.
“It belongs to a man I saw last night.”
“What man?” Allise asked, getting excited.
She pressed the end of the gun closer to his
chest.
“A French man. He was here with others
last night. Got himself into a big brawl, he did.”
“Did you understand what they were saying?”
“Yes, but it’s not like I'm going to tell you.”
Allise pressed harder with the gun, to the
point where she could feel the beating of his
heart.
“Okay! But you do realize they could kill
you, yes?” He asked Allise.
“What were they saying?”
He sighed. “They were talking about
some rich Irish man, and a plan.”
“What sort of plan, exactly?”
“I don't know, mademoiselle! I couldn't
hear them that well.”
Letting go of him, Allise put her gun away
and started to walk away.
“Mademoiselle, whatever you’re getting
yourself into, they could kill you. They are not
afraid to put harm upon a woman,” he warned.
“I'll be just fine,” Allise said.
He shook his head. “You don't even know
where you’re going.”
“Maybe not, but you do. You are going to
help me.” She faced the man once more. He
laughed.
“What makes you think I will?”
“Well, you are French, so you are of perfect use. Also I know by your clothes that you
live on these filthy streets. A nice payment will
do you some good.”
His blue eyes grew wide. “How much are
we talking?”
“At least enough to feed you for a month.”
He thought for a moment. Allise held her
hand out.
“Miss you have yourself a deal,” he said,
shaking her hand.
“What should I call ya then, hmm?” She
asked.
He smiled. “Remygine La Monette, at
your service. Or just Remy ma'am,” he said as
he tipped his hat to her.
“Pleased to meet you, now tell me what
happened.”
“Well, I was just minding my own self
when I heard them break in. Whoever they were
after, he gave them some trouble he did! They
fought for a while, but then I could hear they got
the upper hand of the man,” Remy explained.
“Was the man alive?” Allise asked. She
held her breath for what felt like a lifetime, rather
than a mere second.
“He was alright, but I don't know for how
much longer; they beat him pretty good,” Remy
replied.
“Do you know where they took him?”
Remy shook his head. “No, but they said
something about the Broad Daslim or something
like that.”
“I know where that is! Follow me. We
have