It looked exactly as he remembered, those same blue chairs – though this should not be a surprise, given that so many tavernas in Greece have them �...�� and the flowers. Then Steve heard the music. As he took a seat he wondered if the sound was from the very same tape as last time. Why shouldn’t it be, it wasn’t new then, except perhaps now it was a CD. Within seconds of sitting down he felt the familiar irritation of the chair sticking into both legs just behind his knees. It was just like back. She had very large breasts and thick arms and legs. Though of average height, her overall heft gave her a squatty look. She was very fair skinned, although she was often flushed with the glow of liquor. She was Italian/German by descent. She was talkative, almost loud, but behaved decently most of the time. Her brown hair was graying slightly. Her husband, Lou, was a burly guy, very loud and boisterous. He was out to sea quite often. When at home, he and Bev fought often, and he was. Nine tonight. Something you should see.’Danny was waiting, a small Notebook computer on the table. Nervously twiddling a memory stick through his fingers. Pints drawn, the stick was plugged into the side of the machine and a small black screen appeared in the centre of the monitor. ‘Not sure what the papers are Pete but she seems to have this all very nicely sorted. And it gets really quite interesting toward the end.’ Danny was as glued to the image on the screen as I was. Christine Harper. ‘By recognizing talent for the field I am in. When I see a winner, I pounce. My business is very dependent on picking out winners. If I can’t deliver the best then I don’t make any money. Judging by my success, I haven’t missed yet.’ ‘What kind of talent are you looking for? Are you a scout?’ Derek asked. ‘You could say that.’ ‘For, sports, acting, what?’ Jacob pressed on. ‘Mostly actors and actresses. I only deal in minor rolls though. I’ve represented some comedians, a few B and C level.