Day Five, Final Day
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Rookie private eyes JJ, Rey, and Linda take on their first official case: to discover an elderly millionaire’s pretty young wife’s secret. Is it an affair as hubby, WP Howell, believes? Or are more dastardly deeds in the wind?
It appears the latter because Carmie Howell is soon found in the waters off Oahu. As the trio investigate, they stumble over a few more bodies. Who’s responsible? There’s a plethora of potential culprits.
Linda checked the mirrors and started the ignition. “Do you want the good news first or the bad?”
“Give me the bad.”
“It’s a two-parter.”
I couldn’t contain a Cousin Reynalda water-buffalo snort. “Of course it is.”
“Part one: Rey told me that she hasn’t been able to get any info on the Howells that we haven’t yet read or heard. But she’s expecting phone-backs from her Mainland film and theater contacts, so something of note could crop up. In terms of Salv, she didn’t come up with anything, but she did emphasize the word ‘yet’.”
“That’s partially bad news. There’s still hope,” I declared with a quick smile. “What’s part two?”
“Mr. Gruesome has no police record—”
“What!” I gazed at her in astonishment. “A guy like that has no police record?”
“That’s correct,” she affirmed with a smirk. “A couple of officers recognized him, courtesy of your drawing. Deff, Makjo’s lunch buddy, said he’s known around the station, but he’s never been caught with any fingers in a till.”
I exhaled slowly. “What’s the good news?”
“We have a name: it’s Kale Karaoke Loulu.”
“Karaoke?”
“The guy likes to sing. Apparently, he’s got a good set of pipes.”
“Who’d have thought?” I settled in and motioned ahead. “Onward, my faithful fellow private eye. Lunch beckons.”
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