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"Yes," he said, "I think, perhaps, Charles disapproved of Cadmar's treatment."
Once settled, we set off in the car, and I looked behind me. Cadmar, although looking rough, seemed like a handsome man, but different from his brother Magnar. They left his reddish blonde, shoulder-length hair unkempt, along with his bushy, fiery red beard, which needed a trim. He sat there with his eyes closed, dozing. He knew his friends had come for him; his relaxed face held a pleasant smile.
In the front next to me, his eyes closed, Aiden had a hole in the middle of his right thigh. It had stopped bleeding, and the blood loss looked minimal, but his pale face appeared clammy. I couldn't lay him down, so I turned the heater vents in his direction, and wrapped my arm around him.
"To which hospital should we go?" asked Julien.
"No hospitals," said David. "They call the police for bullet wounds. Aiden's wound isn't that bad. He won't die, no matter how he reacts to the sight of his blood. If you pass me your phone, I'll mark the map where we need to go."
We left for Maggie's flat, and when we arrived, we parked in her designated parking spot at her garage. We entered her home, and the sight of Aiden's wound upset her. By that point, he seemed lucid and in a lot of pain. I got him to lie on the floor, putting his feet up in a chair, while David and Pearce helped Cadmar into another.
"Mon Dieu! (My god!) Why did you not take him to a hospital? And who are you?" she asked Julien.
I explained, "Parce que les hôpitaux et les blessures par balle ne font pas de discrétion. (Because hospitals and bullet wounds do not make discretion). Maggie, please meet Inspector Le Gal, of whom we told you. Inspector, this is Marguerite Durand."
"S'il vous plaît, m'appeler Julien (Please, call me Julien)." Then he took the liberty of kissing her hand.
I tapped him on the shoulder to capture his attention from Maggie. "As a policeman, have you no medical training?"
"I can treat a bullet wound until qualified medical personnel has arrived," said Julien. "That is all."
"Bloody hell!" Aiden yelled in desperation. "Would someone get this damn thing out of me? It hurts!"
