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You pass £5 over the table and the prostitute takes it from you, "Why thank you." she says, "I guess I've seen four new people in town just lately, and real funny people they are too."

"What do you mean funny?" you ask her

"Oh, I don't know, just funny, you know, suspicious, like they're planning something, that much I do know. They spend a lot of time skiing, they even took me once but I wouldn't go again because they carry guns with them all the time and I don't like guns, they can be bad for your health if you know what I mean. They're staying at one of the farms on the north of the island but I don't know which one. There's a lot of talk around town that bad accidents seem to have a nasty habit of following them around. Just this afternoon some local taxi driver took a guy to a farmhouse, and this must have been a meeting of some kind for the gang because just two hours later the place is just a pile of smouldering ashes. Then just a while ago they stole a Mercedes and tried to kill some guy at the cafe on Sandy Street and shot the place to ruins. I can guarantee they'll be as quiet as mice on the ski slopes again tomorrow looking just as though butter wouldn't melt in their mouths, but they'll stop at nothing.... ruthless, totally ruthless."

You pass the prostitute another £5 note thanking her for her help and she smiles at you and says that she hopes next time you do business together it will be under different circumstances and she gives you a knowing look as she eyes you up and down but you make your excuses and leave the bar.

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