"I can't believe you're working for that man!" Christine yelled.
Madam Giry cringed from where she sat behind a desk in the office. A police inspector, the head of security, sat on the edge of the desk.
"Now Madam Chagny, please calm down," Inspector Javert said.
"But what is that man really did take Eponine?" Marius asked. "She could be in danger."
"That man?" Madam Giry echoed. "If I recall you were the one who loved him, if only for a moment. He was your angel and you betrayed him over false accusations."
"He lied to me," Christine told her. "He manipulated me and killed people in my name. Joseph Bouquet, Piangi, Philippe. And then he tried to kill Raoul."
"Those were all accidents," the woman replied smoothly. "Tragic accidents that Erik was blamed for. And as for Raoul, you were delirious from hitting your head…"
"The chandelier took out half the stage," Christine implored. "Not to mention the section of the pit where Raoul was. And after Philippe died…"
"You have to help us, we can't find Eponine anywhere in the mirror house," Enjolras said as he skidded into the room.
"Christine, where is our boy?" Raoul asked, coming in on the other man's heels.
"He's with Meg and Cosette," Christine told him.
Javert stood and cleared his throat, glancing between Enjolras and Raoul.
"Oh," Christine exclaimed. "This man is a police Inspector and he's going to help us find Eponine. This is…"
"Enjolras you little wretch," Javert hissed, cutting her off. "What in the name of God are you doing here alive and well?"
"I could ask the same thing of you," Enjolras hissed. "Valjean should have shot you."
"And you should have been laid out across the barricade broken and bloody with your fellow revolutionaries." His eyes narrowed at Raoul. "But I see that your drunken friend Grantaire also survived, although cleaning him up does nothing to disguise his off putting personality."
"I beg your pardon, sir," Raoul said. "I don't know who this Grantaire is, and I am not some drunken man. I've only met Enjolras today. My name is Raoul and I am the Comte de Chagny."
Javert blanched. "I am very sorry Monsieur, you look just like him."
"I didn't want to say anything when I saw you, but I know you too," Marius said. "Eponine's father tried to say that Valjean was responsible for your death, but the last word was that you committed suicide."
"You're that heart-sick, romantic kid," Javert said. "I remember you from the barricade. Eponine saved you. And yes, Valjean spared my life. I had to disappear because of him, because I let him live. So I jumped into the river, prompting everyone to think I was dead. I found my way across the ocean and ended up here, employed by Erik and paid well, so don't speak ill of him."
Enjolras was fuming. "He took Eponine against her will."
"This is a very bad habit," Raoul said. "He's done it before; he took Christine twice."
"Maybe Eponine chose to go with him," Madam Giry said, "just as the Comtesse did the first time Erik swept her away."
"I admit that I went willingly," Christine said. "But that was before his true colors come out. And now I'm scared. Why did he lure us here? What is he planning?"
"I'll not let him harm you," Raoul said. He put an arm around his wife. "I'll put a stop to this madness once and for all."
