At 4:45 that evening, the Triple Threat private eyes were seated on a bench in Ala Moana Park, watching spilling waves sparkle under a soon-to-be-setting sun and drinking icy canned Cokes. I"d just finished telling them about the visit to Eda"s.
Surprised to hear how cool and distant Gerald Ives had been, both suggested calling the detective to see what was up. If he was in a decent mood, maybe he"d even share details about the Picolo and Stretta killings. Though the likelihood of his imparting information was slim, it was worth a try. Onto Tuesday"s agenda it went.
As for their two o"clock meeting with Razor, it had been a pointblank shock … literally.
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“Good thing we dressed down,” Rey murmured as she and Linda entered a dim eatery that smelled of stale beer, congealing grease,
