Well, they found Jason’s body, that clever little weasel. It had been only a matter of time, he knew that, but he wished it had taken the cops longer. He’d been hoping that when the remains were found, ID’ing him would take a few days, what with the fish and sea creatures feasting on the body. He supposed it was dental records that did the trick. The sea snackers couldn’t eat teeth.
To think it had all gone south over a girl. How trite. How common. How ridiculous.
Not that he didn’t like girls as well as the next man. He grinned. His favorites were the young ones with bouncy ponytails and cute figures. It was one of the wonders of the world that there seemed an endless supply to choose from.
But when he chose, the girl was marked. She might not have his name tattooed on her forehead, but anyone with any intelligence would recognize she was now his woman.
With as much anger as regret, he hated the fact that Jason wasn’t perceptive. It was sad, really. All the guy’d had to do was step back and leave her alone.