Chapter 4

"Believe me or not sir but it's rather hard to see and hear in a bar and now that I really look at the two I find neither familiar." Christian said promptly.

"That is kind of hard to believe sir but being a well respected man I will assume you speak honestly. CHARLIE! LET THE TWO GO!" The constable ordered into the joining room. Christian smiled promptly and left the room to find the two waiting on the outside porch for his company.

This might just work… he thought to himself.

It just might…

It was later that night when they'd arrived in the city of Dover in Elngland.

They purchased their boat tickets and found a hotel for the night. Setting down his suitcase Christian could hear the two arguing next door.

"He's just a poor man! Harry leave him be!" the girl shouted.

"Now you listen to me you little tramp. He will pay me for doing this or he can lose his life. Besides the last thing I want you doing is runnin off with the man thinking you're in love!" He growled.

"I never said I loved him! I just said he was a nice caring man! Something you wouldn't understand!" She shot back.

Christian just sighed as a door slammed and feet moved quickly down the hall. At least he knew now that his life was in danger. He had to leave as soon as possible.

Going down stairs to get a drink, it was about 10 o'clock and the bar was full.

He was just so tired. He was going to drink his Absinthe and go off to bed… but then he saw the girl. He didn't know her that well, just the fact she wasn't one to be touched.

From across the room she glanced his way and smiled. Gently he smiled back as she turned and walked away. He didn't want her to walk away… he wanted her to join him so he could kiss away all of the pain and worry in her eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Christian mumbled to himself.

"You're exhausted, take yourself to bed!" And with that Christian got up and walked away.

Meanwhile, Dim turned back out of the bar and stood in the hall way as the smoke filled room set on the other side of the door. The same smoke filled room with the man she was attracted to in more ways than one. But why? He was no one special. Not like the Christian who wrote Moulin Rouge. The beautiful book of truth, beauty, freedom, and love! This man was much different.

He was sad and alone. But his looks were those of wax. Molded perfectly and looking brand-new. She wondered for, she didn't know how long, what his name was.

Harry had forbid her from talking to him and he himself only exchanged a few words. Standing on her feet again she wondered down the hall. Maybe she'd just go have a quick chat with him. That seemed harmless enough.

However as she hurried further down the hall she heard voices. Two to be precise. She could tell automatically one of them was Harry's.

"What's he got?" The unfamiliar voice asked.

"A golden frame… I swear its 6inches by 6inches and a beauty. It's in his suitcase. I say we steal it, re-sell it then book out of here." Harry laughed hastily.

"What about the girl?"

"What about her? She's no use to me, I mean sure she's my sister but all she does is act like a prostitute when I need her to."

"Harry I've been looking for this frame a long, long time. You get it, kill the boy, bring the girl to me and then bring the frame to me as well. We'll decide form there what to do."

Hiding in the shadowed corner Dim held her breath as Harry walked by with a sneaky smile. She was so scared she couldn't move. She was just about to when the man saw her and walked over.

"What are you doing?" He asked with a small smile.

"Nothing." She said rationally.

"Looks different form where I'm standing. We're you hiding from someone?"

"No. I was just thinking." She lied.

"I have to go bye." She tried to turn when she felt his hand touch her arm.

"I saw you in the bar."

"Yes I know. I saw you too." She smiled.

"Won't you take a walk with me?"

"No sir, I have to go to Orleans in France and drop off some… things to some of Harry's… um… uh… 'People.' I really must be going. Bye." And with that she pulled away from his gentle grip and felt the cold frost bitten air hit her arm where his caring touch had sealed his grip.

It was so cold… she knew the next time he touched her, she wouldn't be so eager to get away.

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