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The man introduces himself as Ti-Jean Lazaire, one of the chefs at the Azagon. At your description of a naked white man running along the beach he raises his eyebrows in surprise and amusement. When you say the man was fat but athletic his look changes, more pensive perhaps, but he says he still doesn't know who it could be.

At the mention of Lawton Lindo he says, 'Oui, Mr Lindo is one of our...guests. Dr Driscoll takes their privacy very seriously, why are you asking about him?'

Roll to see if he's telling the truth and for how much he wants to help you

"We found some clothes in the area, and we were wondering if they belonged to him," says Laurent.

Roll to see what I can tell about the chef:
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"We met him briefly last night, and they seemed as if they might fit him," Florence adds.

Rolled 4 to read M. Lazaire.

Lazaire laughs at Laurent's suggestion, 'Non, I do not think Mr Lindo has lost any clothes.'

At the mention of these clothes Lazaire looked surprised, or maybe frightened or worried, but he seems genuine when he says he doesn't think they belong to Mr Lindo

'Where did you find these clothes?'

"They were in one of the caves at the end of Anse Douce," says Laurent.

"Has anyone else misplaced anything from here?" Florence asks.

'Ah, non, I do not think that any of our guests have lost anything. Now, maybe it is time for you to go, eske se pa vre?' As he says this they hear a vehicle crunch up the hotel drive, it is jeep being driven by a white man.

When Laurent says 'Anse Douce', Lazaire startles, almost like an involuntary twitch or spasm

"Merci beaucoup," says Laurent, turning to see who is arriving.

"D'Accord," Florence says. "Merci."

Out of the jeep leaps a striking man. He's tall, with the physique of a professional athlete or a ballet dancer. He has raven hair and large near black eyes in a tanned face with a large flat nose. He flashes Laurent and Florence a smile with the whitest of teeth between full lips. There is an overpowering smell of cologne.

'Hola mis amigos, bonjour mes amis, welcome to the Azagon Hotel. Are you new staff to join our little family?' He talks in French with a deep, booming voice. His intonation suggests he's normally a Spanish speaker, although his French is impeccable.

'Juan Mendoza, doctor...patient, well doctor and patient I suppose.'

Gripping Laurent and Florence's hands in his giant fists he gives a handclasp that echoes the vigour in his voice. Those fingers could probably break rocks without a hammer.

While Mendoza is introducing himself Lazaire makes himself scarce.

"Non, Doctor," says Laurent. "We are just visiting. I am Laurent Toussaint."

"Oui, that's right," says Laurent. "I hope the vehicles are running smoothly, but I'd be happy to take a look at them if there's a problem."

"I work at the Sharktooth in town," Florence adds.

'All running smoothly as far as I know, you're doing a great job Laurent,' says Dr Mendoza. In response to Florence he gives her a wicked smile, 'Of course you do. I've heard of the Sharktooth but I would be a very naughty boy if I went there, Dr Driscoll's orders.'

"Thank you, Dr. Mendoza," says Laurent. "Dr. Driscoll sounds very strict. Why doesn't he want you going to the Sharktooth?"

"It's not a rough or unsavoury place," Florence says. (In spite of herself, she's finding herself slightly attracted to Dr Mendoza).

Mendoza's attention seems entirely directed to Florence, 'I am quite sure the Sharktooth is an upstanding establishment. Unfortunately Dr Driscoll doesn't want me going near anywhere serving alcohol. That's partly why I'm here.' He gives an oily smile, 'But maybe I could make an exception.'

"It should be okay, as long as you don't actually have anything to drink," says Laurent. He knows some people would be tempted to drink simply by being in a bar, which is probably why Dr. Driscoll doesn't want him going there.