As the woman mumbled some sort of homophobic complaint, Maura marched towards the deck, and out onto the island in search of Jane.

“And so yeah, it’s not really going well.” Jane concluded as she nursed her now cold coffee.

The young man, who had introduced himself as Tag as they’d sat down with their drinks, shook his head sadly.

“I know what you mean,” he replied, “My girlfriend was getting like, really heavy, after high school she wanted us to get married and start a family. It was too much, we were far too young and there’s a big world out there.”

Jane frowned at him.

“So, you wanted to get it on with other women?” she asked.

Tag looked up, the surprise at the blatantness of her question clearly etched over his face.

“Oh no. Not me.” He sighed. “She’d already cheated on me and, well……”

“Oh honey, watch where you’re going!” A loud voice caught Jane’s attention and she looked towards the door to see a rotund woman pushing her way past a group of young men who were all mumbling in their native tongue.

“I don’t know,” she continued to complain to her companions, an older couple who looked bullied into accompanying her. “You’d think since they have English speaking tourists that they’d learn the language.”

Jane looked back to her new friend and was surprised to find he’d vanished.

Collecting together her things, she slammed her cold coffee into the bin. How rude of him to just get up and run off like that without even having the decency to say goodbye. ‘Just proves that money can’t buy manners.’ She thought as she headed for the door.

“Eeeek….” A hand grabbed her as she tried to leave and pulled her to a quiet area under a staircase.

“What the hell???”

Jane turned, her fiery temper boiling under the surface and her fear at being grabbed turning rapidly into the ‘fight or flight’ response, in this case it seemed, she was ready to fight.

“Shush!” Tag told her firmly. “You do NOT want to catch that woman’s attention!”
Jane followed the woman with her eyes and when she was sure they wouldn’t be spotted, grabbed Tag’s arm and pulled him from the restaurant.

“What was that about?” Jane asked him as they slowed back to a walk.

“Mrs Lana Logue.” Tag explained, glancing back over his shoulder. “If you want to know things about yourself, or anyone else for that matter, ask her.” He shook his head. “She invited herself to sit with us at dinner last night. Holy shit.”

Jane laughed, making a mental note to stay away from her.

Next to her, Tag groaned. Scanning the immediate area, Jane frowned. “What?” she asked softly, her muscles tensing and ready.

“My parents.” He waved to a well-dressed couple who gestured with irritation. “I should go.” He offered his hand which Jane shook firmly and to her surprise he didn’t ask about her scars. “Good to meet you Jane.” He said softly as he began the slow walk to his parents.