Virtual Ink December 2013//January 2014 | Page 19

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