Hey, it’s Rey . . . and JJ . . . and Linda.
The Boss has a lot on her plate, so the three of us kinda volunteered to take over posting duties for today. Kinda, because we’d really planned on taking a “floater” day.
While Lindy-Loo’s gonna float on her surfboard on the North Shore, my cous and I are gonna float on our Sach’s uncle’s sailboat. It’s a gorgeous day for being on the sapphire waters of Oahu!
We’d packed our gear last night and are heading out the door, so there’s little time for actually writing a post. But we put our heads together and thought—<bleep>—why not provide a little teaser from our latest case (Disco’s Dead and so is Mo-Mo).
Take it away, JJ!
At sixty-three and 6’2”, Domenic Vespuzzi was agile and toned, thanks to a morning home-gym routine and decent diet. The wavy pewter-gray hair (“plugs” per Rey) looked as lush as a shag rug. The Burberry suit was impeccably pressed, as was the white Givenchy shirt. A Burberry tie adorned the corner of the tidy desk.
Domenic nodded to his young assistant, Gunther, as he placed a padded envelope on the corner, bowed his head, and left with a nod to us, seated in three matching executive chairs with antique platinum finishes.
He sipped espresso from a black- and gold-trimmed Versace cup and placed it on to the saucer, eyeing it for several seconds before passing Linda the envelope. “The list of everyone you would be interested in speaking with is in there. As well, you’ll find a key for my brother’s Naniwa Gardens condo. We kept it over the years. Maria-Luisa, Johnny’s wife, left in 2002 and Johnny Junior—JoJu—stayed to ’05. It’s cleaned once a month, but everything has remained the same. Maybe you’ll find something no one else ever did.” He sighed softly and swiveled to peer at the unspectacular view of industrial Kapolei. The interior certainly contradicted the exterior.
Rey, Linda and I glanced at one another. Were we being dismissed?
Linda started to rise first and the sound of her shifting prompted him to swivel back. His expression was one of sadness.
“Johnny was said—rumored—to be many things but, to me, he was always a kindhearted kid.” He chuckled briefly. “He did have a good heart.” He nodded to the envelope in Linda’s hand. “I’m sure those you speak with will say the same.”
“No doubt,” she said with a fleeting smile as she tucked the envelope in her leather satchel.
“If you find the truth, I’ll give $25,000 to each of your favorite charities. Monk seal saving, animal shelter, and homeless shelter,” he said, gazing from one face to the next. He’d done his homework.
“That’s very generous,” I said.
His smile held little cheer. “It’s more of an incentive.”
“We don’t need any incentives,” Rey said brusquely. “We’re good at what we do, and we give every case 150 percent.”
He studied her face for several seconds before offering a dry smile. “I do have a meeting in fifteen minutes that I’d like to get ready for. Is there anything I can tell you before we part ways, ladies?”
“Were you ever part of the mob scene?” Rey asked casually and rose. As did he. With her incredibly high-heeled strappy sandals, she stood equally tall.
“Would it matter if I did?” he asked nonchalantly.
She met his keen gaze. “Only if you murdered someone.”