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Chapter Five
Diablo turned to Marie, You're sure he'll know. He said looking at the man that was walking through the busy market place buzzing with the activity of the sellers buyers and bystanders all shouting with each other, hawking their wares to the passers, haggling over the prices of their wares, or just standing there in the large groups of women gossiping. The man in question was a short man dressed in expensive velvet cloak with gold rings on his fingers and a large chain around his neck.
Of course I'm sure. She said putting her hands on her hips and glaring at Diablo. Sighing Diablo put up his hood and walked into the thronging mass of people that pervaded the Market place. Muttering under his breath Diablo said, Like she was sure about the other six.

Diablo slipped through the crowds towards the man. As he neared one of the alleys Diablo grabbed him, putting his hand on the man's mouth and his arm round his neck, then dragged him into the alley. Drawing a dagger Diablo grabbed the man by the neck and pushed him up against the wall. What do you know about the murder of Pierre Douches?
Who? Stammered the man.
The trader who was found in his burnt out warehouse. As Diablo is talking Marie walks into the alley and slowly draws a long thin dagger.
I don't know who you're talking about. Answered the man quivering.
You see I think that you do know some thing, as he berates the man, the man could see Marie leaning against the wall sliding her finger along the knife. Diablo leaned forward and spoke into the man's ear. You better talk to me, or else I'll let her do the questioning and the last person she questioned was singing soprano in the cathedral choir. Then Diablo leaned back and asked the man again. What do you know. The man looked into Marie's eyes and then back into the shadowed face of Diablo.
Okay I'll talk, I'll talk. I heard something about it, okay. Just before his body turned up two men turned up and told me not too chase any murders by the docks for a few days.
Who were they.
They didn't say. With that Diablo drew back his knife threateningly. But I think I know who it was, burst out the man, One of the men had a tattoo, It was of a skull wreathed in flames.
Gasping Marie said, That's what we need. and walked out of the alley back into the Market.
Diablo relaxed his grip on the man. Thank you for your help. He said to the man. Quickly with striking snake speed he brought his dagger up and across the man's throat. Diablo stepped back and watched as the man fell to his knees clutching at his throat, as if to keep the blood in that was gushing over his coat and rings and chains turning it all into an off red colour. The man slowly toppled over onto the duty alley surface, almost immediately a pool of blood began spread out from where he had fallen.

On the edge of the market Marie was walking away when Diablo materialised beside her as if from nowhere. They walked along the side streets to wards Marie's home for a way until Diablo spoke up. So what did the tattoo mean?
That tattoo meant that it was La mort têtes that killed my father. She answered in resignation.
What's La mort têtes mean?
La mort têtes is one of the largest gangs in the city they control most of the smuggling in and out of the city.
So?
So, so. That means that you wouldn't be going against one man as I thought you would but a virtual army. Not even you would do that without being paid.
This gang is very large?
Yes of course it is. Replied Marie in exasperation.
So it's likely to be rich?
Well yes, of course it is. But...
But nothing, I will get my pay from them and return your fathers fortune.
With that Diablo turned round And started back towards the market place. Soon Marie lost sight of him so sighing with resignation started walking back to her house.

I really don't care if people think I can't write. Iknow I can't. I can't punctuate I know of grammar but generally just ignore it. But I enjoy writing so this story will endure untill its finished then I'll fix all the little mistakes and parts that don't make sense. The reason why I post these is so that the powers that be in the mead hall can comment and help me improve.