Smiles all round. I realized that although I barely knew anyone there, I was still having a good time. Sarah rarely left my side which was good becaus... although we were all having a good time I just couldn’t shake the feeling of being an outsider. Neil spoke to me a couple of times and gave me some nervous glances every now and then when someone was being overly flamboyant, but as the night wore on he became more relaxed. People were breaking away into small groups and it had the feeling of. "Anything that Shalla does not know about Marseille, Monsieur, is not worth knowing." I would like some information about a girl," Kevin said softly, his voice lowered in suspicion of the unsavory looking character standing in front of him."Ah, but you have come to the right place," Shalla answered in a low confidential voice so endemic to pimps. "I can arrange any type you want, Monsieur, or any color. And it will not be too expensive. You have come to the right man." I--I didn't mean that. He took her coat and held it out to her, for her to put it on. She was biting her lip as to whether she should ask for permission to go to the loo. She hinted at the need to go powder her nose but he chose to ignore her hint. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he whispered in her ear that the train would have a toilet on board and surely she could wait till they were on route.Picking up both their suitcases he then shepherded her out of the pub and across to the station. Once sat on. Go!"The woman, terrorized now, nevertheless kept her wits and did as she was told. Phelps shoved Madeleine into the front passenger seat, opened the front and rear windows, and then, before Madeleine could react, struck her heavily across the face with the pistol. She slumped forward, unconscious.Phelps ripped off his own leather belt and looped it between Madeleine's wrists where the web belt still bound them. He extended his belt through the back seat window of the wagon, wrapping it around.