Cafe d'Observateur d'Etoile

[fencore]

"Relax, Lucas. Gallia won't fall apart if you turn your back for five minutes. Between me and the Capitaines we can keep the place ticking." Another bite of the croissant. He dabbed his napkin at the corner of his mouth, folded it once, and dropped it back on the table. "Dupont wasn't calm. Ever. that old hag was wound up tighter than the springs of that clock, and yes, she ran a tight ship. But you don't have to have fear to have respect."

"Now, let's get this matter with Perrot sorted out, I'd rather him not continue to make a scene." Not wanting to embarass anyone, Lefevre took a scrap of paper out of his satchel and scrawled on it.

He folded the paper once in half and waved over a serving girl, instructing her to deliver the note. He turned back to Gerald. "Now let's see what happens, shall we?"

The serving girl walked over to Perrot's table apprehensively. She held out the folded paper. "F-from the Commissaire, monsieur."