It’s Rey again. Hey, how ya doin’ on this gorgeous Sunday? For two more days you can get Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? for a mere 99 cents. How can you decline an offer like that, I ask ya.
Hula is our first professional case as private eyes of our newly founded Triple Threat Investigation Agency. A rich old guy hires us to find out what his young, pretty wife is up to. He thinks she’s having an affair, which would help him in the divorce department. Given her looks and history, we’re inclined to agree.
Before we can discover anything, though, we find her in the ocean—and she ain’t swimming. Did the old guy kill her? If so, then why hire us? Maybe it was a lover? Or her twin brother—the one with a dicey past?
A few more bodies cross our path . . . as do drug dealers, gang members, and a druggie . . . not to mention a zany person or two. Our first case is anything but simple, but we give it our best (we may be new to the P.I. world, but “sticktoitiveness” is our middle names).
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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