The gals—JJ, Rey, and Linda—are excitedly immersed in a new case, “Forever Poi”. The torching of two highbrow Chinatown art galleries is how it begins.
Ald adjusted the volume. “Two galleries are about to end up as cinders, specifically the ones belonging to Carlos Kawena and James-Henri Ossature. Weren’t you supposed to be here for Carlos’ six-to-eight do?”
“I had to be somewhere at five. But I had drinks with Carlos last night to celebrate his forty-sixth and he provided a sneak-peak of the exhibit.” Xavier’s voice took on on a serious, business-like tone. “What happened? Is he okay?”
“We just found a barely recognizable body. All that’s certain at this stage is that the fire was no accident. And the only thing I can confirm at this time is that the little intimate soirée ended at eight on the nose. Carlos had planned to leave the gallery no later than 8:15 to be at a snooty function at nine. The fire, as an FYI, was called in at 8:35 p.m.”
“Did he show up at the affair?”
“He didn’t tell anyone where it was, so it’s proving a challenge to follow up on. And I’ve not been able to reach James-Henri.”
They look forward to sharing their mis-adventure(s) late summer / early fall of 2017. Until then—aloha!