The Eye of the TigerIt takes one to recognise one. This was a man trained to live with, and by, violence. He was muscle, a soldier, in the jargon. I had hoped never to see this kind of barracuda cruising St Mary's placid waters. It gave me a sick little slide in the guts to know that it had found me out again. He left that life behind. But that life hasn't left him . . . Harry Fletcher lives a quiet life these days, running a tourist fishing boat from the peaceful island