It’s Day 4 of the free Can You Hula like Hilo Hattie promotion. My BFF, Rey, loves that word f-r-e-e; she’s been trilling it all morning long.
Hula marks our first official case as private investigators; we’ve been hired to find out what secret a millionaire’s pretty, young wife is keeping. Unfortunately, before we discover what it is, she’s found floating in the Pacific. And the secret? It’s one of many, and not all hers.
Instead of providing a synopsis today, here’s an excerpt:
What we’d unearthed in the preceding days extended to the sordid world of drugs and gambling, two ugly and dangerous addictions that could drag you under and far like the Molaka’i Express, which was the crossing of the Kaiwi Channel from volcano-formed Molaka’i, Hawaii’s fifth largest island, and possessed exceptionally strong currents. If the vice didn’t batter you, the enabler—the human component—was there to ensure you remained dependent, paid up and/or stayed high, and never screwed him or her.
“Man, she must have really pissed someone off.”
“Big time.” I peered across the darkening Pacific and reflected on that which had brought us to Hawaii: a desire to open our own P.I. agency. But the body sprawled across rough wave-soaked rocks begged one crucial question: what did a meteorologist, actress, and scriptwriting assistant know about detecting? So what if they’d played amateur sleuths several months ago during a murder-filled week at an eerie Connecticut mansion? That didn’t grant them the expertise or street smarts to manage a bona-fide case.
. . . But maybe the more imperative question at the moment was: how were they going to explain a simple undercover-case gone terribly wrong?
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