Happenin’ Holidays

The Boss is MIA.  Too much happening re that full-time job and Mom caregiving.  So it’s Rey to the rescue again . . . one day early.

Seeing as the holidays are nearly here again—like where’d the year go!?—I thought I’d post about what the three of us Triple Threat Investigation Agency P.I.s have planned.

JJ’s off for a week to North Carolina to visit her mother and nephew.  Apparently, her ex-boyfriend Adwin will drop by her mom’s B&B.  They were an odd match back when and he was kind of weird.  I hope they don’t get back together.  I’d rather see her with Cash/Richie J, that self-absorbed undercover-agent-playing-drug-dealer.  Or maybe not.  They’re an even odder match (but, damn, is he hunky).

Linda’s getting together with Loretta and Lido, her sister and brother.  They’ve never been close—at all—but have done some bonding since our move to Hawaii.  The two of them are kind of flaky, but that’s okay.  Family should stick together.  Life’s too short for resentment, hostility, or indifference.

As for yours truly, I’m playing an elf for 10 days at a local kids’ theater.  It’s something new for me, so I’m both excited and nervous . . . which is kind of funny, coz normally I’m pretty calm about acting gigs.  My mom called about flying over for five days, but she’s struggling to organize family get-togethers.  If she leaves it much longer, she probably won’t swing a flight.

Between you and me—and I know what I just wrote about family—we’re not very close.  Never have been.  Linda thinks I should suck it up and let bygones be bygones.  We’ll see.

As a gung-ho shopper, I got shopping (and shipping) done early.  Woo-hoo.  Feels great.  Under the trees we haven’t yet put up <sigh> JJ’ll find a Giani Bernini bag (a gal can never have enough) and Linda an awesome Free People sweater (bought three for myself).

If I’m not posting again in the next wee while, have an amazing holiday season everyone!

Here’s to 2018 being the best year yet!

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Sharing Aloha

It’s Rey.  The Boss asked me to do another post coz that full-time job of hers is taking up way too much of her time.  Actually, she asked JJ first, but JJ’s off to the dentist.  She should just have come to me; I’m getting good at this.  <LMAO>

The Boss had mentioned using audio and video in A Writer’s Grab-Bag to bring some life and animation (“one day”).  I think that’s a fantastic idea, so much so, I thought I’d post about it.  Hawaii’s our home, life, and soul.  Yeah, I may have been Cali-bound back when—where else would (should) an actress be?—but now that we’re living in the land of aloha, I feel like I’ve always belonged.

Take our awesome musicians.  We’ve got Bruno Mars (what a hottie), Iz (a talented singer who died waaaay too young), Don Ho (of course!), and Anuhea Jenkins (what a sweet voice) to name a few.  All four would definitely make for an awesome Triple Threat Investigation Agency playlist.

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I’m thinking it would be cool to have some audio and videos of fun island places—for tourists and locals.  They’d have to be short and sweet, though; we wouldn’t want viewers and followers taking snoozes.

And we can’t not feature some traditional hula dancing—the swaying and songs are so-o beautiful and soothing.

Now, if smell-o-rama were possible, we’d feature fragrant flowers like Kahili Ginger and Plumeria, local foods like laulau or poke or malasadas, and island scents like the briny ocean or produce-bursting farmers’ markets.

Man, I’m stoked.  A hundred ideas are whirling around my head.  Call me Gal on a Mission!  Back soon.  Alo-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhha!

 

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An Update, An Update, Who Wants an Update?

We do, we do!  <JK>

It’s Rey, taking over for the Boss again, who’s feeling a wee bit “blech” these days.

The “Forever Poi” case is slowly but surely drawing to a close.  We’re real near nabbing the murderer/arsonist.  As much as we’d love to share who it is, we can’t: there’s no proof yet, just P.I. gut instincts churning and burning to bring the culprit to justice.  You’ll have to wait a wee bit longer to learn the outcome of our sleuthing endeavors.

We’ve stumbled over a few bodies along the way, but the list of possible killers has shrunk to one or three.  Thankfully, that crazy week in Connecticut—when we solved The Connecticut Corpse Caper—helped prepare and qualify us for our current roles.

download (9)We’ve really come far since that adventure, never mind opening the Triple Threat Investigation Agency on Oahu.  Pat on back to me for suggesting it.  JJ and Linda were skeptical about moving to Hawaii—hell, they were doubtful about becoming private eyes—but they’ve since seen the light.  <LMAO>

I have a feeling we’ll have another big case soon.  It’d be cool to expand the agency to another island or two, which I may have mentioned, but Linda and JJ think it’s way too soon.  Whatever.

In the meanwhile, I’m bugging my gal-pals to invest in a house—with a pool would be awesome.  I’m keeping my eyes open.  Oh, I’ve got another commercial next week for a new healthy dog food.  I play a pirouetting poodle.

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Linda’s blogging a lot and trying to forget that jerk, Makjo, who dumped her for a wedding bride.  The good thing is she stopped making those creepy voodoo dolls.  The bad thing is she seems kinda lost, maybe a little sad and withdrawn.

JJ’s happy doing some part-time weather announcing and focusing on improving boxing and shooting skills.  Man, she sucks with a gun.  You’d think she had 20/200 vision, the way she doesn’t hit targets.

There you go—a quick update on our current adventures, or mis-adventures as JJ sometimes jokingly calls them.

I’ll post again when this case officially wraps up.  Aloha, my friends!

 

 

Life on Oahu Couldn’t Be Better

Rey here.  I’m taking over for the boss today.  She’s juggling time and tasks this week and keeps dropping the ball, but not necessarily coz she’s clumsy.  She’s just . . . time deficient, I think Linda might call it.

Speaking of, Linda’s taking a week of holidays and is heading to Maui tomorrow with a couple of surfer buddies.  No, there’s no romance brewing or anything like that.  She’s still off guys since her ex-boyfriend Makjo ran off with a bride last year.  At least she’s not making any more voodoo dolls; they were so creeping me out.

And speaking of boyfriends, JJ’s sailing with that “sometimes” boyfriend, Cash aka Richie J (undercover agent – drug dealer).  They have the weirdest relationship.  I don’t get it.  Come to that, I don’t think JJ gets it, either.  She’ll figure it out one day.  I hope.

Me?  I’m minding the agency today.  Have a few calls and emails to return.  We’re still wrapping up our latest project, the one we gals at The Triple Threat Investigation Agency have started calling The Forever Poi Case.  You’ll be able to read about it—if the boss can stop dropping those balls—come end of November.

I feel for her.  She’s got so many ideas, and so many dreams, but they’re not doable given her situation right now.  Let’s just keep the faith for her.

On this end, I can’t complain about a thing.  Life—and work—on Oahu is awesome.  I’m so-o glad we moved here.  Sure, things aren’t perfect, but nothing in life is.  We just accept things as they come and do the best . . . and, if necessary, juggle, juggle, juggle.  If one of those bleepin’ balls falls, we pick it up and start all over again.  It’s all good, JJ would say.  I totally concur.

Aloha!

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The Further Adventures of The Triple Threat Investigation Agency . . . We Wish!

Okay, those “adventures” ain’t that much further, the three of us admit.  We’re kinda, uh, slightly stuck.

Rey here.  The boss asked us to write a post because she’s overloaded with that other job (the 9-to-5 one she’d love to see go bye-bye).   Since Linda’s surfing on the North Shore for a couple of days (she met a guy named Lindor who’s got her all googly-eyed) and JJ’s volunteering at the animal shelter for the next three days on account of employees being sick and/or on vacation, yours truly got the honor.

I’ve got an idea about writing posts from watching Linda.  Seems they have a purpose—to inform or instruct, or entertain.  I’m not gonna waste your time or mine by writing too much—coz I’m a doer and watcher, not an “author”.   So, here’s an update on where we’re at.

The gals–that’s us–at the Triple Threat Investigation Agency are wrapping up the fourth big case, “Forever Poi”.  Yeah, you heard this a wee while back.  Unfortunately, we hit a couple of brick walls—big time—but I’m sure (!) we’re gonna nab our villain(s) real soon.

We’ve got lots of “gut instincts”, some dead bodies, but no hard evidence, that’s the prob.  I’d share our thoughts as to who the killer is, but my fellow P.I.s would have my hide.  Besides, the killer might read this post and then where would we be?  Up Shit’s Creek without a paddle, or something like that.

Please, hang in there—like we’re doing—and all will be revealed soon.

And a super big thanks for your patience.

Yay.  One task done.  . . . Think I’ll hit the beach and have a Mai-Tai.  Cheers!

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Aloooooooooooooooooooooo-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhha

Some folks have asked why the three of us decided to set up shop on Oahu, considering the three of us had never even been to the Islands.

It was my idea.  Just like I thought up the name The Triple Threat Investigation Agency.  JJ never liked it and Linda wasn’t crazy about it, but they agreed to it regardless.  Gotta love those two.

Every state has different “rules” about how to set up private eye shingles.  Bearing that in mind—okay, okay, finding out the hard way—I sorta pointed a finger at a map and Hawaii it was.

I don’t think any one of us regrets the move: we love the Aloha State.  Agency and careers aside, there’s so much to embrace:

  • balmy trade winds that tickle all over (and keep the sweat at bay)
  • shopping outlets and malls that never disappoint
  • subtle lingering scents like sweet plumeria and briny ocean air that envelop like soft silk
  • positive energy and vibes that boost optimism and hope
  • vast and vibrant colors that seem surreal sometimes
  • amazing rainbows (galore!)
  • stunning landscapes and seascapes
  • food trucks and kiosks and restaurants in abundance
  • shopping outlets and malls that never disappoint . . . oh, I mentioned that already, didn’t I? . . . but they are awesome.

The list goes on.  And never mind the countless things to do, like sunrise runs and jogs (not this gal’s cup o’ tea), walks along the beach, festivals and parades, and nummy Mai-Tais and . . . yeah, we really love Hawaii.

Just as we love our P.I. lives.  If you’re ever in Chinatown, drop by the agency (we’re not shy).

˜ A haupia-sweet aloha from yours truly (Rey).  ˜

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Forever Poi – Ain’t Takin’ Forever . . . or . . . Shameless Self-Promotion

Okay, not really shameless; just promotion.  If I don’t toot my own horn, who will?  (One day, that mail list / campaign will happen and when it does, hopefully, my followers will be happy to toot-toot-toot along.)

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On the Forever Poi front, the third official case for the Triple Threat Investigation Agency trio: it’s slowly but surely wrapping up.  In fact, JJ, Rey and Linda want you to know that this latest case is moving along “swimmingly well”.

The gals have a lot of leads, suspicions and “gut feelings”, but no tangible proof—yet.  But they also have have stick-to-it-tiveness (and a penchant for doing things slightly illegally), so there’s little doubt that they’ll be fingering the culprit(s) soon.

Here’s some insight into their “swimmingly well” success so far:

“Man, can that dude yammer.  He’s worse than Grandma Columba,” Rey muttered under her breath.

We’d just received a ten-minute “lecture” from Ald Ives after he and his team had completed a preliminary assessment of Bizz Waxx and the studio.

The three of us were seated in a corner on the first floor on uncomfortable wooden chairs with vivid serpents snaking up the legs.  Sporting a hint of a beard, Ald looked relatively relaxed and rather handsome dressed in True Religion jeans, a white-and-navy long-sleeved T, and a black full-zip jacket.  The derisive tone was the only thing to give away his true mood.

“I heard that, Fonne-Werde.”

She sneered.  “You get an ‘A’ for A-1 hearing.”

“You, lady, are in no position to get lippy.”

“We found you a dead body.  You should be applauding us.”

With a scowl, he tucked hands into jean pockets and leaned into a wall.  “This isn’t the end.”

“Of course it isn’t,” she snorted.  “There’s a murderer to catch!”

Exchanging sideward glances, Linda and I swallowed amused smiles.

“And that’ll do from you two!”

With Eru (Hyouka) Chitanda innocence, we stated at the detective.

“Those doleful anime expressions don’t get you off the hook.  Haven’t I warned you time and time again about breaking and entering?”

“Mr. Waxx invited us to drop by at any time,” I stated flatly, crossing my arms.  (What was a little white lie?)

Crossing hers, Linda nodded.  “Yeah.”

“Without a key?”

“He wasn’t around, so we let ourselves in.”  I pulled out my cell when Dean crooned.  It was just after midnight and Cash Layton Jones was still calling.  Give the man ten points for resilience.  But then, as he’d once said, we were both as persistent as dogs chomping on bones.

He stepped close and our toes nearly touched.  “You entered without a key.  That’s otherwise described as gaining admittance to someone’s premises without authorization . . . especially after the use of illegal means to gain said entry.”

“Can you prove there was no authorization?  As I said, we had no key, so we had to find another means of access.”  I rose.  “And ‘illegal’ is a rather dodgy word, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Rey slapped her thigh.  “You say po-tay-toe, we say poe-tah-toh, but it amounts to the same thing: we did your job by finding the poor guy.”

Ald looked from her to me to Linda, and shook his head.  “This is getting too weird for me.  Go home and get some sleep.  We’ll continue tomorrow—in my office at eleven.”

What’s in a Post? Ya Got Me

Thanks (or not) to a full-time job, the boss is busy working through a smorgasbord of tasks.  Linda’s got blogging commitments and JJ’s off doing a favor for a friend.  Guess who’s in charge of posting today?  Yeah, good ol’ Rey.

Thanks (or not) to a full-time job, the boss is busy working through a smorgasbord of tasks.  Linda’s got blogging commitments and JJ’s off doing a favor for a friend.  Guess who’s in charge of posting today?  Yeah, good ol’ Rey.  Like I’m a P.I. and a sometimes actress, not a bleepin’ writer!

Mind you, when I was a kid, there was a spell when I wanted to be one.  I actually did do some writing, but the actress in me took over and acted out the characters’ stories.  <LMAO>  There was a short one, though, that was really kinda cool: Penelope the Pretty Pony.  Let’s see if I can remember some of it.

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Pretty Penelope the Highland Pony didn’t like walking in circles all day long, but she loved the children who sat on her back.  Even when her legs were smarting, their smiles and giggles warmed her heart. 

 And Auntie Melanie’s Menagerie wasn’t bad.  There was a large field to wander through when she wasn’t working, lots of grain and carrots, and the people that worked there were nice . . . everyone except Mean Old Marcus.  He didn’t seem to like anyone.

 Penelope had lots of friends, like Sassy and Simco, who were usually trailing around behind.  There was also Gerry the Goat and Larry Lamb.  A few days ago, though, Larry disappeared.  The farmyard animals talked about it and realized Marcus was the last one to see him.

Yeah, I remember that story now.  It got a bit sad there.  When my mom found it, she ordered a rewrite.  “Where’s your head at?  It has to have a happy ending, Reynalda.”  Mom and I’d always had a strange relationship.  Actually, I think JJ called it “estranged”.  Whatever.

If I’m stuck posting again this weekend, I’ll share stuff about my acting career.  That’ll brighten up your day.

Cheers!

The Nutty Case of Coco’s Nuts

There’s certainly no one nuttier than Coco Peterson, someone the Triple Threat Investigation Agency gals never have the [dis]pleasure of meeting.
Coco’s Nuts has our rookie private eyes attempting to prove socialite-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer didn’t shoot her boss, infamous entrepreneur (alleged mobster) Jimmy Picolo.   

There’s certainly no one nuttier than Coco Peterson, someone the Triple Threat Investigation Agency gals never have the [dis]pleasure of meeting.

Coco’s Nuts has our rookie private eyes attempting to prove socialite-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer didn’t shoot her boss, infamous entrepreneur (alleged mobster) Jimmy Picolo.

In a quest for answers, JJ, Rey and Linda contend with a slew of suspects.  Several persons certainly hated Picolo enough to kill him, but locating the one who actually pulled the trigger proves a challenge.

Detecting travels lead to the world of gambling and the “limb-breakers” that reside in it.  In fact, Picolo’s daughter owes thousands of dollars to collectors in Vegas and Oahu.  Might this have served as motivation to kill her father, so that she could collect on the will?

What about Picolo’s son?  Did Jimmy Junior yearn to take over the pater’s multiple businesses?  What of good ol’ nutty Coco?  The little pest, uh, fellow has been AWOL since his boss’ murder.

Lady Luck smiles their way and the Triple Threat trio discover “remnants” of Coco—his tattoo and jewelry—in Picolo’s million-dollar Haleiwa retreat.  It appears Coco’s another casualty.  Finding the rest of him, however, is as difficult as proving Buddy innocent.

Old friends and acquaintances reappear, but whether they have the trio’s best interests at heart remains to be seen.  And who can forget JJ’s dealer-agent “bad boy” boyfriend, Cash Layton Jones?  She certainly can’t—badly beaten, he arrives at her door one night.

Ever-enthusiastic Kent Winche is known as “The Source” because he has an ear (and mouth) for gossip.  As a Picolo employee, he has access to a sundry of potentially useful connections and eagerly offers to assist.

When the Triple Threat Investigation Agency gals get a case, it’s—in gumshoe vernacular—a humdinger of a lollapalooza.  When they’re not discovering another body, they’re dodging crazy characters or racing from a detonating bomb.

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If you’d like to read about the trio’s continuing mis-adventures, Coco’s Nuts, the ebook, can be found at:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/656164

https://books.google.com/books?isbn=1370281080

https://www.amazon.com/Cocos-Nuts-Triple-Threat-Mystery-ebook

Hanging the Shingle on the Triple Threat Investigation Agency Door

The aspiring detectives of the Triple Threat Investigation Agency take on their first official paying assignment: discover an elderly millionaire’s
young wife’s secret. It seems straightforward enough—until the wife is found dead in the sapphire Hawaiian oceanside. As Jill (JJ), Rey and Linda strive to
uncover the killer amid a cast of curious, unconventional characters,
they stumble across several secrets . . . and trip over a few bodies.

Sleuthing proved so much fun in The Connecticut Corpse Caper that JJ, Rey, and Linda have set up shop as private eyes on the lovely island of Oahu.  They’re the proud and excited owners of the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.

 Can You Hula like Hilo Hattie? is the first official [paying] case: discover the secret of WP Howell’s young pretty wife, Carmie.  Millions, and a much-desired divorce, rest on it.

What seems straightforward quickly becomes complicated when Carmie’s battered body is found in the Hawaiian Pacific.  It quickly becomes evident that she wasn’t the only one with a secret . . . nor the only one to die an untimely death.  Who among a cast of curious, unconventional characters is tenacious (or crazy) enough to eliminate all living liabilities?

In the quest for answers, JJ, Rey and Linda encounter a plethora of suspects on a winding road of many detours—where drug dealers and informants, treachery and blackmail, abound.

Brash young Benny Pohaku, working both sides of the drug-pushing fence, ticks off the wrong people.  Dealer Cash Layton Jones is as galling as he is attractive, and his habit of entering JJ’s condo uninvited results in a few heated encounters.

Carmie’s intriguing if not odd ‘tini friends serve as pieces to an expanding puzzle.  Down-and-out musician, Jon Jonson, had been blackballed by Carmie.  Being unceremoniously dumped could serve as a motive for murder for former lover and trainer Stacy Kapu.  And restaurant co-manager, Benoit Paillisson, had always had a hate-hate relationship with her.

There’s also Carmie’s twin, Gino Carpella, who’s been rumored to associate with questionable sorts.  Had the rift in the siblings’ once close-knit relationship played a part in Carmie’s death?  Or had one of Gino’s enemies retaliated by striking out at his closest family member?

No love is lost when it comes to hubby WP Howell.  Was Carmie’s “secret” damaging enough to prompt the man to kill?

The Triple Threat trio finds the case as clear as the contaminated waters of the Ala Wai Canal.  Fortunately, they have patience and perseverance . . . and occasional assistance from Detective Gerald Ives.

As the body count increases and the suspect list decreases, the women discover the murderer’s identity.  And while major incidents are explained, a few loose ends (and cannons) remain.  These will be addressed, but not necessarily [yet] tied up in the third novel, Coco’s Nuts.  JJ, Rey and Linda are budding detectives, after all, and they still have lessons to learn and skills to hone.

The ebook Can You Hula like Hilo Hattie! can be found at:

https://www.smashwords.com/book/view/598066

https://books.google.ca/books/about/Can_You_Hula_Like_Hilo_Hattie.html?id=i7c8DQAAQBAJ

https://www.amazon.ca/Hula-Hattie-Triple-Threat-Mystery-ebook

Aloha!

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