The next day dawned rainy and overcast.
The shops had not opened yet, but the mall guards respectfully let Jones in. His face was his pass. Everyone on the island knew there were two powers—and only two—they must never cross.
One was the Marines, who stood for justice. The other was the Undead Legion, who stood for death!
Jones was neither cruel nor hard to approach, but the Undead Legion's fearsome reputation preceded him, and "Ice Dragon" Loa stood behind him. No one dared take this senior officer of Turtle Island lightly!
Jones had come to the shopping district plenty of times. Minnie sent him to buy things now and then.
Because he always headed straight for the latest women's accessories, many people guessed he had a girlfriend. So no one was surprised to see him stop outside a famous handbag shop.
That guess had consequences. Jones was tall and broad-shouldered—ahem—handsome and dashing. His long, dark-gold hair and old-world bearing could fulfill any lovestruck girl's fantasy of a prince, while the eight-pack he occasionally showed off made lonely wives stare. Yet not a single woman dared approach him.
After all, what kind of terrifying woman could make Jones, a trusted officer under "Ice Dragon" Loa, run errands without complaint?!
As women themselves, they knew just how far a jealous woman might go!
The rumors about Turtle Island only made Jones someone they dared not go near!
What a pity!
Jones was nearly forty. Apart from a crush on a Maid in the Athos Family when he was young, he had been single his whole life!
If he knew the truth, he would probably cough up blood from sheer frustration! Every time a grown man like him walked into a women's accessories store alone, those fearful yet curious looks made him