Taz lowered her glass, she was stunned.<br/><br/>"Did you follow me? How do you...."<br/><br/>And then she was silent as the conversation in the car dawned on her, she had already talked to someone about her art. Before she had shown her the mural.<br/><br/>Her eyes filled with angry tears, she felt utterly betrayed.<br/><br/>"You followed me, or had me followed, didn't you? All those men under that bridge have kept me safe, no one there ever laid a finger on me. Did you see that? and how dare you?'<br/><br/>Her body and her voice had risen, the orange juice forgotten, and she stepped back from Belle. She felt so anguished and dirty.<br/><br/>"I don't need your pity, Belle, and I don't snoop on friends. "