Chapter 10I slipped onto a concrete bench between Linda and Rey, across the street from La Tortou. A brawny gent dressed in an ill-fitting tuxedo, looking anything but French, escorted a middle-aged couple dressed to the nines to the end of the walkway. They laughed, shook hands, and parted ways. “What are we hoping to learn by watching Honolulu’s finest—and I’m not talking cops—entering and exiting this lavish dining establishment?”
“We’re practicing our detecting skills.” Rey’s grass-green eyes followed the chattering couple as they moved to a glistening white 1980 Rolls Royce Antique. A tall and willowy female chauffeur opened a passenger door and assisted the older woman into the vehicle. “Menu’s awesome, by the way.”
“They have an amazing wine list, great view of the ocean, romantic
