Day #5 marks the last day of the discount promotion for Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie. The price is an affordable 99 cents.
Hula has Rey, JJ, and me [Linda] pursuing our first official Triple Threat Investigation Agency case, which is to discover what the young [pretty, sexy] wife of an old coot—er, elderly millionaire—is up to. Before we can, however, she’s found floating in the sapphire waters of a deserted Oahu beach. Now, we have to figure out who the killer is . . . a challenge, to say the least, because a few more bodies fall to the wayside.
Here’s another excerpt:
“It’s still hard to believe she’s dead,” Linda murmured.
“No more shopping at Prada or Coach,” Rey said softly.
“No more sunset cruises or galas,” I affirmed quietly.
“There’ll be nothing but blackness,” Linda said. “We all have beliefs about post-death. I wonder what Carmie’s are—were.”
“Hopefully, something pleasant and picturesque.” With a sad smile, I started the ignition.
Rey hooked Linda’s headrest and leaned forward. “Do you think Mr. Gruesome did this?”
I pulled onto the Kalanianaole Highway, also known as Route 72. “Mr. Gruesome doesn’t have the stamina or strength to pursue her to the cove, much less kill her. He doesn’t have the muscle, either. Carmie would have slapped him silly.”
“Agreed.” Linda’s brow furrowed. “There’s always a chance she did in fact fall down a precipice. We’re talking terrain full of perilous cliffs, not walls of sea anemones. Tumbling down rocks would result in numerous abrasions and broken bones, and a pretzel landing.”
“I don’t buy the falling for one second. Those marks on her neck looked like they came from forceful fingers,” Rey declared.
“I wonder if William’s been informed.” Linda winced as brilliant white lightning streaked overhead.
I drove into a parking spot by Bubbies Homemade Ice Cream & Desserts. “Let’s find out.” Grabbing my bag from under the seat, I pulled out my phone.
Aloha Sunday everyone – take care!