’ Eva, my German friend was referring to tennis and she pronounced it ‘ectiffity’ with her beautiful accent. ‘Every time you hit the ball, it ...is Fran you are hitting, no?’ Fran was my former lover; very former. We, Eva and I were sitting on the verandah of the old, Victorian pavilion of our local tennis club, sipping a cooling beer. ‘You may be right. I think, though, I am over it now. “It” was the unpleasant end to what had seemed a perfect relationship. Nothing, of course, is perfect. I’d. The article had a picture of the field where she’d been shot. Recognizing the landscape, I looked up the area on Baidu maps, and sure enough, the prison, the jailhouse, the execution grounds, were indeed right here, where the campus now sits.And sifting through the search results on Baidu, I located a few old pictures of the prison, too.The jailhouse was right where I was sitting, where the teachers’ living quarters were now located. This was the spot of the prison.It hit me like a sledgehammer. She sits and waits looking at the screen. She is on standby for his instant message to pop up. Her foot taps with the suspense. Come on Aedan, reply. She is sure he does it on purpose, knowing what it does to her, having to wait for him. Teasing her, with her need for his response. After the night of the exhibition, when he'd caught her watching the CCTV footage of him spraying her manager’s face with cum, she'd found out enough, in their late night chats to have a fair idea of Aedan and his. I tried to look away again but my gaze was locked onto her's. Her eyes sparked like diamonds and just made you look at them, so big and beautiful. I shook my head as her pretty eyes made my head swim, but it only cleared the cobwebs for a moment before I was back under their spell. Her lips broke into a smile as she saw me staring and only got wider as I failed to tear my eyes from her."Good girl," she purred as she stood up and I got a full view of her for first time. She was taller than me.