A very professional operation from what I understand,’ he told her. ‘One second, please!’ He hurried away from the bar area, through a door into...the corridor leading to his office. The sound of Grace’s singing dulled behind him. The news of the new English country acid house singer had quickly spread after her first two nights. The club was full to bursting. She’d be a little gold mine for him – the more punters she attracted, the more potential clients he had for his girls. ‘Problem?’ Holly. "If I waited for himto work up the nerve to make the first move, we'd both be in a nursinghome."A bell rang, signalling the start of fourth period. Jules let out asmall gasp. "Oh shit, I'm late. Those little buggers will probably betearing the room apart if I don't get there like right now." Shestopped as she pulled the door open. "This isn't over girl... we've gotsome serious chatting to do." With a smile and a thumbs-up, she wasgone.Shawn turned to face the mirror. As she moved to touch up. Men and women, although more women than men, not a surprise, given that it was Samhain, she thought. She shivered, but not entirely because of the cool night air that became chillier with each hour. Without the bonfire that must have been twenty feet high to dance around it would have been impossible to enjoy the celebration.Beside her she felt rather than saw Sandrine moving in time to the drums and the flutes. She felt her own body begin to absorb the rhythm, the tones, that seemed to enter. Of course, Appleby could be wrong, and standing before a locked door with someone, possibly Erzählenmann, in the room with some sort of weapon made Appleby’s assumption appear completely inaccurate.“Would you think the person you saw was carrying a firearm under his cassock?” I asked TrumanHe shook his head. “It weren’t long enough, for a musket or rifle, but could have been a long barreled pistol. Although it would need to be a bloody long barrel to hit anyone on the dais.”There was only one.