Chapter 5
Grantaire woke up the next morning and looked in the mirror.
"Enjolras. I need your help."
There was no answer. Grantaire sighed and got dressed. He walked out the door and saw Jean-Marc walking down the street. Grantaire decided to follow him. He watched him turn a corner. There was a man holding a sack. He saw Jean-Marc approach the man.
"Did you do it?"
"Yes. Now as for my pay?"
"Here is 200 francs. Has anyone caught on?"
"No one. Maybe the drunk but no one believes him anyway."
Grantaire watched the man with the sack.
"I will give you more money if you dispose of the rest of them. The National Guard cannot have these rebels in our midst. I want you to befriend one of them and then do the same to him."
Grantaire gasped. Jean-Marc was the murderer... and one of the others was next. Grantaire decided to assemble his "crime solving friends". He pulled out a conch horn and blew into it. Gavroche, Eponine, and Azelma came out of an alley way holding their ears.
"Whaddaya want, drunkard?" Eponine growled.
"Enjolras, leader of Les Amis De'L ABC was murdered. We have to nab his killer."
"Who did it?" Azelma asked.
"I am under the suspicion that his cousin, Jean-Marc Enjolras was responsible. We need to gather evidence to show to the rest of Les Amis because he will try to kill again... he is an assassin for the National Guard."
Eponine gasped thinking about Marius. What if he was next?
"We need to act now and we need a diversion. Eponine, since you're the oldest, you will be the diversion. Now I have makeup at home. I will also give you my fancy dress. I need you to lure Jean-Marc out of his home for two hours. In that time, Azelma, Gavroche, and I will gather evidence."
"So let me get this straight. You want me to lure a potentially dangerous man away from his house for two hours while you are inside, safely gathering evidence?"
There was no answer because Eponine was now alone on the street. She saw Grantaire, Gavroche, and Azelma heading towards Grantaire's flat. She chased after them bemoaning the fact that this was in no way, a good idea.
Grantaire woke up the next morning and looked in the mirror.
"Enjolras. I need your help."
There was no answer. Grantaire sighed and got dressed. He walked out the door and saw Jean-Marc walking down the street. Grantaire decided to follow him. He watched him turn a corner. There was a man holding a sack. He saw Jean-Marc approach the man.
"Did you do it?"
"Yes. Now as for my pay?"
"Here is 200 francs. Has anyone caught on?"
"No one. Maybe the drunk but no one believes him anyway."
Grantaire watched the man with the sack.
"I will give you more money if you dispose of the rest of them. The National Guard cannot have these rebels in our midst. I want you to befriend one of them and then do the same to him."
Grantaire gasped. Jean-Marc was the murderer... and one of the others was next. Grantaire decided to assemble his "crime solving friends". He pulled out a conch horn and blew into it. Gavroche, Eponine, and Azelma came out of an alley way holding their ears.
"Whaddaya want, drunkard?" Eponine growled.
"Enjolras, leader of Les Amis De'L ABC was murdered. We have to nab his killer."
"Who did it?" Azelma asked.
"I am under the suspicion that his cousin, Jean-Marc Enjolras was responsible. We need to gather evidence to show to the rest of Les Amis because he will try to kill again... he is an assassin for the National Guard."
Eponine gasped thinking about Marius. What if he was next?
"We need to act now and we need a diversion. Eponine, since you're the oldest, you will be the diversion. Now I have makeup at home. I will also give you my fancy dress. I need you to lure Jean-Marc out of his home for two hours. In that time, Azelma, Gavroche, and I will gather evidence."
"So let me get this straight. You want me to lure a potentially dangerous man away from his house for two hours while you are inside, safely gathering evidence?"
There was no answer because Eponine was now alone on the street. She saw Grantaire, Gavroche, and Azelma heading towards Grantaire's flat. She chased after them bemoaning the fact that this was in no way, a good idea.