Author's Note: Written for Lotheriel84 Paint It Red Stocking Swap 2013 for all the lovely stories she's provided. Thank you and Happy Holidays!
Patrick Jane strolled into the business center of the Playa del Sol hotel and settled at one of the computers made available to guests. Staying at the resort was costing him a pretty penny, but until he could get the lay of the land – or rather, the island – he would enjoy all the amenities the place had to offer.
After logging in with his room and password information, he pulled up the search engine and typed "Memories of Madeleine". When he clicked through to the memorial site, he thought for a moment and then smiled to himself.
Dearest Madeleine,
Do you remember the promise I made? That we would speak again someday and how happy that day would be?
The storm was as horrible as it should have been, yet the rainbow that followed lovelier than either of us could have imagined. The next phase of your afterlife is full of promise. I hope that your next horizon shines brightly. It's what you deserve.
Keeping you in my thoughts. You are missed.
Jane paused. How to sign it? He had to be cheeky; she'd expect no less.
El Dolor En El Culo
Jane hit send and waited for the message to appear on the Stories wall. No doubt Madeleine already understood the meanings of the slaughter in Sacramento. He'd nearly worked out a system for sending letters to Lisbon, although there was some doubt that it could work. This was the only way to let Madeleine know that her Pain in the Ass had come through for them.