AN: I know its been a while since the last upload on this story, but I haven't really had a lot of inspiration of late. Anyway I haven't given up, but I'm not sure when the next chapter will be posted. Hopefully you all enjoy this chapter. PS: It is long and wordy, sorry.
Javert had watched as Valjean quite fantastically managed to convince Thenedier to hand over the child without any money changing hands; although what Javert had not overheard was that his own name had been used as leverage against the criminal publican. Valjean had not hears the conversation between the two Javert's as such he was unaware of the former Inspector's belief that Thenedier deserved a good beating regardless of his cooperation. Javert had easily snuck around the back of the building and into the public house from the private entrance, not that Javert knew it at the time but he had unwittingly used the very entrance the Patron Minette gang used whenever they were hiding that week's stolen goods. Ever the Inspector, Javert studied the area keeping an eye on anything even a little bit suspicious although Javert of course discounted himself from the anything suspect list even if his presence at the inn was criminal since he had broken and entered.
Thenedier was shaking when he entered the kitchen area, Javert knew it was not because of Valjean but curiosity was something the man did not typically act on even if he wanted to. Javert silently followed Thenedier only to see the man being beaten and however justly it may have been Javert still intervened by slamming the man into a wall and taking a rolling pin to his shoulder rather than it meeting its target of Thenedier's head. Madame Thenedier was stunned by the intrusion of the Inspector since he was out of uniform. Both Javert and the female Thenedier muttered shit, Javert because of pain and Thenedier's wife probably because she could not really hit her husband with a police inspector stood in the way. She looked curiously at Javert as if expecting him to arrest her. Javert ignored the convicts wife in favour of staring at the now unconscious convict slumped on the floor of his own kitchen; Javert couldn't risk getting to close in case he breathed in too many alcoholic vapours that were rolling off of the man in waves. Javert could not in good grace beat a man who was already down and beaten; he left the public house as he had entered although he peered over his shoulder at the wife.
"I trust it was only the extra one who was treated unfairly?"
"I told him not to take her." Javert's nostrils flared sensing a lie.
"You took her in madame, you condoned what he wanted her for. Would you condone the same for your girls?"
"My girls are angels."
"I do doubt that, but you clearly used to have a heart at any rate."
"Why are you here? Why are you asking about the girl? She's gone."
He gave her to an older white-haired man. I know."
"I just do. Good evening madame, I trust your night will be less troublesome now."
"He'll sleep it off and start again tomorrow." Javert said nothing to nothing and stepped out into the night and back to the carriages which were wating for him. A door slammed inside one of the carriages as a howling scream echoed into the darkness. Valjean looked uneasily at the door that Javert had slammed, Cosette was trying not to cry; she knew that the sound meant that the scary man was in pain but her own young fear of him told her not to make a sound. The Kopa came down the external ladder to stand next to Valjean and Cosette, the Kopa shook his head. Valjean knew better than to ask but Cosette clearly had an inbuilt care of people since she asked if she could help the scary man who was hurting. Jacques Javert senior easily smirked at the child's innocence and description of his grandson. The Kopa looked at the child before gently patting her on the head.
"He shall be better in the morning, young one. He has had a shook and does not know what to do with it." Cosette and Valjean looked at the old gypsy man queerly, he shook his head at Valjean. "I shall explain to you another time monsieur, let us leave the child her peace and Javert his anger." Valjean nodded acknowledging the wisdom of the older man. Cosette stayed with Valjean in the women's caravan, at first, he had protested but in the end the women said they felt safe with his presence some more so than their own husbands. Javert took no offence and neither did the Kopa who was well accustomed to breaking up domestic arguments within the clan; Javert knew his nightmares could wake the dead but they tended to trap him.
Eventually the journey from Thenedier's inn was complete as they pulled alongside the Paris walls that kept the city within a border, the horses easily had free food from the nature around them. The caravans were ignored since it was night and with their typical ease of doing everything themselves Valjean and Javert climbed the outer curtain wall of the city. Valjean set about gathering supplies for the new camp and Javert had a mission of his own, although out of the corner of his eye Javert could see Valjean handing out alms to the poorest of those immediately around him; Javert rolled his eyes and shook his head thinking to himself that he should have known that the former mayor would have already collected his fortune and that constantly giving it out would eventually get him killed. Javert's subconscious also seemed adamant to insist that since he was acting more like a gypsy than an Inspector he was probably going to be shot at some point during the night.
The lone wolf reached the inner curtain wall, climbed over that and down into a courtyard that he had been to many years ago as a much younger man; his hair had been darker then and his features less fierce only because he had less age lines at that time, not because he was less fearsome. Javert had illegally entered the gardens of the police elite, here were the homes of the French Commissionaires, and the Secretary of State, Monsieur Chevalier. Javert knew his patrons name meant knight or horseman and since that was how the Inspector remembered the man from when he was younger in Toulon, the name seemed apt to him. Javert anxiously knocked at the house of the Secretary of State, one of the servants who knew Javert did not bother to ask if it was urgent since it almost always was with the Inspector. He was ushered into the study and ordered to wait. It was not a long wait since once the servant retreated from the room the master's chair in the room swivelled around to reveal Chevalier, Javert kneeled in a praying motion in front of the man as if begging a priest for forgiveness. Monsieur Chevalier was stunned at the behaviour of the Inspector that was until he started rambling his confession.
"Monsieur le Secretary, please forgive me. I have ignored the judgement of the trail, taken the law into my own hands; I have become what I've for so long avoided…" Chevalier interrupted the Inspector's confused speech.
"I knew your grandfather would find you eventually Javert but in gods name what are you talking about?" Javert looked oddly at his patron.
"This has nothing to with grandfather. I am confessing to the knowledge of an escaped convict, technically two. One is Thenedier he is at his Inn the Sargent of Waterloo on the outskirts of Montreuil-Sur-Mer. The other is the mayor…"
"The mayor? Madeline cannot be a convict he is too soft." Javert glared at his patron which was unusual between them.
"He is Jean Valjean and he is harmless."
"I recall the name, 24601 was never harmless."
"He is harmless."
"How can you know he is harmless?"
"What convict is reborn by a bishop no less?"
"Myreil?" Javert nodded. "Well then who am I to argue with the clergy. I shall see him pardoned Javert."
"You may need to get me one also."
"I heard the rumours of a gypsy police officer. I know, I said nothing however I shall speak with the king in the morning I am overdue an audience with his royal pain in my arse."
"You did not hear that, Inspector." Javert bowed his head. "If you trust your grandfather's clan, I can easily put in a kind word for some of the laws to be formally relaxed."
"I am certain grandfather would appreciate it as would Valjean."
"Your convict mayor will be freed, as shall you my friend." Javert stared wide eyed at Chevalier.
"Few call me friend."
"Few have the audacity to dare get to know you, Jacques Javert. You are a good man unlike that Sargent O'Connor. I tried to warn them about him, but I was too late the placement had already been made."
"What do you mean?"
"His family is not well respected in either his homeland or its current ruling elite."
"They travel like gypsies, but they settle in places that are kind to them and then everything tends to go wrong. They hoped I think that you would mould the boy into a respectable man, instead he almost ruins you. This is all regardless since I have the ear of the king, am trusted and you Inspector are under my wing." There was a finality with what Monsieur Chevalier was saying and Javert understood it meant he was to leave his mentor to his sleep. Javert stood and bowed. "Javert tell your convict mayor he will have his town back even if it takes all year." There was an ominousness to what Javert was hearing but he knew by now that the world could be cruel and annoyingly unjust. Javert kept trying to leave but kept being called back by something else Chevalier was trying to say. "And Javert, let your grandfather know that the fox says it has caught its tail in its teeth." Javert looked queerly at the Secretary of State. "He will understand." Javert just nodded and finally left the house, this time with the gate open he no reason to scale the garden wall, although he did still have to scale the main walls of the city boundaries.
The Inspector was being waited for not by Valjean but by his grandfather.
"Jacques?" Javert easily remembered the odd sentence he was to state to his grandfather.
"The fox says it had caught its tail in its teeth." Before the older man could interrupt, he said what he felt he needed to. "He trusts me grandfather, I am to be at the stationhouse in the afternoon he is attempting a more official pardon in the morning." Regardless of what Javert had said the Kopa only seemed to have heard the part Chevalier had instructed the Inspector to say.
"Is your patron a Reynard Chevalier?"
"Yes. Where is Valjean? I must keep him informed else we will worry needlessly." The Kopa seemed to be completely ignoring his grandson who seemed genuinely happy about the development that maybe things could be fixed.
"So that knighted fox is the Secretary of State?"
"Is that a play off his name or do you truly know the man?"
"Grandfather? How do you know Monsieur Chevalier?"
"He… his father was a friend of my late wife, Jacques."
"Adrian Chevalier was an Englishman, not that we held it against him, but he and she; well you get the idea." Javert nodded silently, he rather hoped that his patron had not chosen him simply because of a guilty conscience. "I know your mother never knew she had a half-brother; whether he knew of her I cannot say. But he certainly could not have known about you; regardless clearly something in my late wife was for justice if both of you are police."
"You do not seem bitter, grandfather?"
"How could I be, she stayed with me when she could have made a name for herself if she stayed with him."
"I do not fully understand."
"She said she loved me, she agreed to marry me, not him. I knew I would never know everything about her, we could both be exasperatingly private even with each other." The Inspector nodded, going back to the carriage where Valjean was staying with the women of the clan. He wanted to speak with him.
Javert knocked gently on the door and one of the older ladies answered not recognising the knock. Javert spoke softly to her asking if Valjean had returned, with a shake of her head Javert knew something had gone wrong with the old con's compulsive almsgiving. Javert returned to the city the same he had last time by scaling the walls, once inside he waited. He was ambushing Valjean with the keenness of a hunting wolf and the eyes of an owl.
It was early afternoon by the time Valjean remerged at the stationhouse, clearly having not been to carriages at all; Javert had thought he would look worse than he did. Javert was stood at the bottom of a staircase that lead to the officers offices, his back was not quite to the main door so he had seen Valjean enter out of the corner of his eye and was attempting to seem as if the older man was unknown to him. The Inspector turned as he heard the door of the stationhouse click shut, Valjean instinctively paled at seeing Javert in a new crisp not patched and perfectly pressed and polished uniform. Valjean could almost taste the pride rolling off Javert when he was in his element, although by now Valjean could tell it was a justified pride at just how hard the Inspector had toiled to still be in the profession he was dedicated to.
"Monsieur are you ill?" Valjean shook his head to clear his thoughts, he had been unaware he was being addressed by the Inspector as such was unsure how to reply.
"Forgive me Monsieur Inspector, my mind was briefly elsewhere."
"A dangerous thing for here, Monsieur. Now that you are all present, how may I assist you?"
"I was summoned by a Monsieur Chevalier; I was taken to believe it was urgent." Javert was about to answer but there was a sudden shout from upstairs. It was Chevalier.
"Inspector Javert, Monsieur Valjean. A pleasure to see you both in the daylight hours of normal folk. Get up here, your papers are in." Valjean paled, even Javert stood a little straighter as if hoping to make a good impression. Javert had to push Valjean forwards since the latter seemed to think the Secretary was going to attack him. Javert leaned into Valjean's ear.
"He jests it is expected to be good news." Valjean eased at this but tensed again as Javert whispered to himself. "I hope." Once the odd pair were outside the Secretary's office at the station, Javert knocked and waited for an answer or command to enter, which was instantly given. Javert opened the door with an ease that seemed to Valjean as if he had been expecting the private audience with the man. The Inspector stood to attention as he had always done, Valjean as the old businessman sat in front of the Secretary in the chair that Chevalier usually seated the visiting magistrates. Chevalier had two sheets of greenish-yellow paper in front of him.
"Javert sit down. You know I dislike it when you stand so." Valjean smirked slightly, clearly here was a man he could along with. Javert opened his mouth to argue but Valjean intervened.
"Inspector please do as the man says. You were never this argumentative with me."
"That was different." Javert ground out between his clenched teeth but reluctantly he sat. Chevalier snorted; he could not help it.
"Yes well, Valjean take this sheet." Valjean took the paper with a shaking hand, he read it silently a few times thinking he had miss read it each time. "What do you think?"
"I think I have to be dreaming. Or you must be joking."
"Neither, I can assure you."
"I would be worried if I were in your dreams, Valjean." Valjean looked between the two police officials as if they were mad.
"But this is a pardon, signed by the king."
"I know." Chevalier and Javert spoke at the same time.
"He requested it." Chevalier nodded it the direction of Javert. Valjean looked at Javert.
"You, what? Why?"
"You said before I had a socialist edge in me. Maybe this is one of those times that you could never mention again. Especially since you can have your town back. I rather liked Montreuil-Sur-Mer." Javert spoke plainly but neither Chevalier nor Valjean could miss the slightly starry-eyed look in Javert's eyes.
"Inspector, I never knew you cared so much."
"You would be surprised by how much I can care, Valjean."
"Javert, do not forget." Chevalier pushed the other sheet of paper that had been ignored on the desk towards the Inspector.
"Sir." Javert went to place the paper unread in his coat pocket, but the Secretary stopped him.
"Humour me, Inspector. Read it."
"I know what it says."
"Humour me." Javert was silent but relented when he noted the look on Chevalier's face.
"It is a pardon, for my gypsy blood, noting an impeccable character and honesty allowing my uniformed state."
"Meaning?" Valjean seemed confused by the odd phrasing.
"He gets to keep his job, meaning the trial has been reversed. O'Connor now has an arrest warrant out for him; I would rather have one Javert than one hundred O'Connor's." Javert's expression was one of embarrassed pride since obviously his patron never expressed such sentiment in front of him. Chevalier ignored the startled look on the Inspector's face. He stared briefly at Valjean, nodded to himself and asked for Javert to wait outside. Javert seemed oddly reluctant, either that or he was worried about his mayor. The order for Javert to wait outside was reiterated and this time followed although there was a pained expression on Javert's face. It was an expression neither Chevalier nor Valjean had even seen of Javert's face as such it worried them but for different reasons. Regardless Chevalier turned his attention to the once convict mayor.
"Valjean, answer me this, honestly. Do you regret your past actions?"
"Which ones? I have made many mistakes and have multiple regrets."
"You stole from a child…"
"I regret that deeply, absolutely. There is no doubt that I regret that."
"I was not finished." Valjean looked down at his hands. "I know you regret that; you would have to be a monster not to. I referred to the Inspector when he was a boy. You saved him. You made him doubt his own mind, his own heart. Do you regret saving him?"
"Certainly not. I regret I could not do more to help him then, but I was not in a place to help myself let alone a child certainly not one as strong willed as Javert."
"That strong will is learned, I recall a timid boy when I first met him."
"Were you in uniform?"
"I was a Chief Inspector at the time, I suppose I wanted an apprentice of sorts."
"I fear it was not timid-ness but actual fear. He was a child; children do not do well in prisons." Chevalier acknowledged that Valjean had a point.
"I have noticed over the years, yes. However, I can only take one at a time, you…" Chevalier deliberately trailed off hoping that Valjean would realise that there was something he wanted to say but felt he could not.
"You never got the removal approved, did you? I suppose as a businessman I have a larger pocket that I could pull from."
"Both are accurate, my Highers would never understand why I wanted a gypsy child instead of good French brat. Javert had taken many years to get to this point, he is the most loyal, dedicated officer I have. He is a son of sorts to me." Valjean turned his head to look at Chevalier as if he were a dog trying to understand its master's emotions.
"You really do care about him."
"Of course, he is a rather special man. Surely you have noticed this?"
"There is a uniqueness to him that endears him to me."
"Regardless of our shared affection for the man, he does have a fearsome reputation for a reason. I need you to respect it, do not try to tame the Inspector. I need his fangs intact not filed down."
"I understand that many refer to him as a wolf, I find him to be more a guard dog. Loyal, fierce, dedicated, intimidating, compassionate, resourceful, and almost always triumphant." Chevalier snorted, as if trying to hide a chuckle.
"Few would dare call Javert of all people compassionate. However, I suppose it has been years since I have seen the man at his duty perhaps, he has finally evolved past his former training. That is good, he had always had a good head on those shoulders of his. Very mature for his years."
"I think you mean traumatised; he has nightmares."
"Are they bad?"
"He screams in them; I know that much."
"I feared such. Does he discuss them with you?"
"He is very private."
"Only with colleagues, strangers, family. Everyone but you. He used to write about you often. You perplexed him, confuse his structure, his order."
"Compassion is a weakness in this job, it has gotten good men killed before. Javert is neither kind nor cruel, he just is. Seemingly your compassion is contagious."
"Compassion is not a weakness." Valjean's eyes hardened, which was when Chevalier noticed that he looked as if he had seen much rather than the grandfatherly act he usually portrayed. Chevalier could tell just from this hardening of Valjean's eyes he was not someone to mess with. He could break a mans back if he wanted. Chevalier raised his hands in a placating fashion.
"I know it is not when dealing with the genuinely remorseful like yourself, but someone like Thenedier would take advantage of such emotion."
"Ah yes, he is a repugnant sort."
"Indeed, but would you have him executed?" Valjean's eyes widened at the bluntness of the question.
"Certainly not. There must be somewhere he could be put to work."
"Hard Labour? The very thing that made you a lesser man. Thenedier is a con pure and simple, he would sell his own mother if she made him a profit. According to Javert he was going to rent out that girl you saved, that man is a piece of work like no other, a heartless beast."
"He has a wife…"
"Who was beating him lifeless before Javert intervened leading to a broken collarbone and dislocated shoulder. That is why he screamed; he was in agony."
"He is quick to anger when in pain."
"Most are. Javert is naturally angry, no doubt he hides it well, but it is there. You cannot say you do not see it. His glare, that fierceness it is just that bit too real with him."
"He is not a wolf; he is a man." Chevalier gave a brief bitter laugh.
"Are you certain?"
"We shall see."
"It does not matter." Chevalier waved off Valjean. "You may leave Valjean, just promise to behave for the Inspector." Valjean snorted, but something worried him about the way Chevalier was insistent on calling Javert a wolf, he understood to a point that Javert was unlike anyone else as such they needed a different way to describe him, but did they have to be so convinced he was an animal. It worried the mayor that Javert seemed to take it as a point of pride to be referred to as a wolf. Valjean wondered if the Kopa could explain the odd phrasing. "Valjean? You may go." Valjean shock his head, realising he had been silent and staring for longer than normal after a dismissal.
"Be kind to him."
"He understands more than you think, Valjean." Valjean left the Secretary of States office, he sighed as the door clicked behind him. Javert was stood as still as a statue opposite the door.
"I heard Valjean, he knew so do not panic so."
"How could you hear through that door; it is solid oak."
"You would be surprised the conversations I can hear." Javert walked as easily as ever through the door which clicked shut behind and was not as reassuring as Valjean had thought it would be considering it had been minutes ago when it clicked shut behind him. It was ominous that Valjean had no idea what was going on behind that door this time.
Javert stood to attention like a soldier. Chevalier stared at him and gestured at the chair Valjean had just vacated. Javert just huffed before reluctantly sitting in the chair, he growled at the secretary. Chevalier's eyebrow rose as he folded his arms over his chest, Javert clearly did not need to speak to understand his mentor.
"You should tell him." Javert shook his head fearfully with such energy that his hair fell from the ribbon it was typically tied back with. "He is an honest type; you can sense that surely?" Javert shrugged, this time Chevalier's lip curled in a snarled expression. "Talk to me, Javert!" The Inspector just shook his head. "Do you want me to get him? He is convinced you are a man."
"We both know people do not care about pardons, my blood…"
"Javert is has been pardoned enough said. Besides, it was for me as well."
"Your grandfather told you no doubt. His late wife, your grandmother and another."
"Yes, he told me, is that why you choose me?"
"No. I could sense something like my own mother in you, but I did not know. Foxes are sly, cunning, ambitious; wolves are less so. We suit our animals, Javert."
"You truly think I should tell him?"
"Wolves and bears get along fine Javert. They do not always agree but they have a tight bond; a brotherhood if you will."
"He is no bear."
"I think he will surprise us all; why not have him take the test?"
"He is not gypsy; he is a mayor."
"You like him, the child you wrote of is staying with the clan. I see no reason why not."
"Very well." Javert stood and bowed.
"Javert, tell him properly explain the animal. Do it yourself not your grandfather."
"He will not…"
"Javert the man you hunted called you compassionate. I dare you to say he will not understand. He knows you." Javert opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish. A somewhat angered Javert slammed open the door and left the Secretary's office without a dismissal. Valjean was leaning against the opposite wall, he was tense and wary. Javert's force with opening the door made it bounce back and slam shut; he glared at Valjean. Javert was almost growling.
"We need to talk." Javert stalked further up the corridor of rooms to a usefully empty office several doors away from the Secretary's own. Javert forced open this door as well, "In." Valjean swallowed as he entered, he stood behind a chair facing one behind a desk. He moved to lean on a wall when Javert sat behind the desk. "Sit Valjean." Javert gestured to the chair in front of him, he sighed when Valjean did not move. There was a level of comfort in the Inspector's eyes that Valjean noticed which made him realise this must have been his office at some point. Javert kicked the chair away from the desk enough for Valjean to sit properly. "I said sit." Valjean eventually complied with the demand.
Javert stared at Valjean, he suddenly stood and was pacing the length of the room; Valjean followed this movement with his eyes, although he refused to interrupt. After several minutes of Javert pacing he slumped back into his seat, he seemed to be studying Valjean. Valjean was unsure what the Inspector was looking for.
"This is harder than I had expected."
"So, you are talking to me, that is good."
"Javert, what are you wanting to discuss with me?"
"My pride with being a wolf. What I have to say will explain some of it." Valjean seemed to sit straighter in the chair almost how Javert would stand to attention when some authority was addressing him. Either way it was a physical expression for go on. "It is clan belief that each human has an animal spirit or guide, typically there is a test to see what creature that guide is; my mother had me take this test when I was incredibly young. Too young so says grandfather, regardless the result had a long reaching impact on how I acted as a younger man. I had a knowledge of myself beyond the years I had lived, additionally the harshness of those years did me no favours."
"Wolf?" Javert just smirked.
"If the test is taken too soon, then the human will develop some sort of need to personality wise emulate the animal that guides them."
"In a sense you are a wolf?"
"I was hoping that you would consent to taking the test. I doubt it would have much of a negative impact on you considering the sense of self you have."
"But I am not a gypsy."
"You and your sort of daughter are in the care of the clan."
"I doubt the town would approve of the mayor having good relations with gypsies."
"They just need someone to prove that not all gypsies are criminal; Chevalier has convinced the king to lessen the laws restricting those who follow clan ways."
"Monsieur Chevalier was gypsy once, was he not?"
"Indeed." Javert nodded as he spoke. "Why do you ask of Monsieur Chevalier?"
"What is his animal?"
"Such is a personal thing; he may not wish for you to know."
"You do know what it is." There was no tone of a question in Valjean's voice as if he already knew the answer. "Of course, you do." Valjean already knew Javert was loyal almost to a fault, he also could tell that loyalty was something the name Javert seemed to value so perhaps Chevalier had that in common with his apprentice; maybe Valjean could guess the animal guide of one of the most powerful men in Paris. "May I guess the creature?" Javert looked stunned momentarily but oddly he permitted the interaction. "It must be something canine surely?"
"I refuse to give you hints if that is your aim."
"That is a yes then." Javert huffed but stayed silent. "He strikes me as a subtle man, something powerful but not overly noticeable." Javert seemed to move his head in a way that Valjean realised was his way of acknowledging an accurate or at least partly train of thought. "A fox."
"Well reasoned, and quite correct."
"So, he is a fox?"
"I did say you were correct."
"I wanted to be certain. Should I let him know that I know?"
"If you wish." Valjean nodded and stood to leave Javert's Parisian office but Javert called him back. "Will you consider taking the test?"
"I will think on it." Javert nodded and gestured for Valjean to leave. Both men had things to be thinking about.
Valjean moved hesitantly towards Chevalier's office, having a few more questions for the man. Chevalier opened the door before Valjean had a chance to knock, the Secretary of State was smirking.
"You have questions, Monsieur Valjean, come in." Chevalier moved out of Valjean's way so he could enter the much grander office he and Javert had exited earlier. Valjean sat in the same chair he had earlier.
"Your animal guide is a fox."
"So, Javert let you guess after all." Valjean stared at Chevalier queerly. "It does not matter, your animal and mine will not be the same."
"Has that happened before?"
"Sometimes, wolves are prominent in the Javert line, however none are like our Inspector."
"I had noticed." There was a pause in their conversation. "How does this test of sorts work?"
"You should be sent into a sleep like state, you will have to relive some of your worst moments but whatever animal appears to you first will be your guide. You do not have to tell anyone of what that animal is, in fact I recommend you tell as few people as possible."
"But, the Inspector?"
"You may of course tell Javert, I confess you two work better together than I thought possible considering how poorly the Inspector deals with emotions."
"You think I should take this test?"
"I would recommend it in fact, you are oddly close to the clan for a mayor. You could do great good for so many in Montreuil-Sur-Mer." Valjean nodded, he needed to think about going back. Valjean knew somethings could only be done legally and even throwing money at it could not solve the problems he wanted to solve; regardless, he desperately wanted to talk to Javert privately about going back to Montreuil-Sur-Mer.