. this brothel?"The little man shrugged. "Who knows? I have heard one might find even people of authority frequenting the Great Room, but I would not ...now for certain, Monsieur, for I am but a poor man and the likes of me would never be allowed." I see," said Paul, taking up his cigarettes. "Well... thank you very much for the information. Good night." Bonne nuit, M'sieu'."Paul walked slowly back to his car. Perhaps, he thought, I'm doing Leduc a great injustice... but then, there were the. They didn'tknow each other at the time and it led to some awkwardexplanations on my part as I was forced to introduce themto each other. In time, they came to know of each other butwithout the least bit of jealousy, thank heaven, if onlybecause my relationship with each of them was based ondifferent foundations, one physical (Nicole) and the otherintellectual (Erin). That I was intimate with both of themdidn't seem to disturb them either, maybe since I seemedcapable of keeping them both happy. One day he saw her taking the nobleman’s children for a walk. She saw him and dropped her handkerchief. He picked it up, and watched her walk back into the home of this nobleman. The next day he put on his best cloths and knocked on the door and asked for her. She came to the door, and was allowed to leave for a little while to spend time with him. They walked together hand in hand through the park. Sitting on a bench they talked for awhile. He told her he came all this way for her, that he. The rest of the week proved rather routine and boring from a security point of view.Tuesday, Dave flew the Citation up to Macon, got a rental car, and drove to an industrial park just off Interstate 75 in Forsyth, Georgia. He found the building he needed, a one-story, high roof affair that looked to be about half office space and half small manufacturing or lab space.He pulled in and parked, and strolled into the office area. The office was a wide-open bull pen of desks and a couple of drafting.