On an impulse, Rey had texted Gail on the drive back to Kahului Airport, requesting a check on the Stretta brothers. We were pretty sure Jem and Eb were on the up and up, but in the private eye business, you had better be positive.
Linda, Bonzo and Button were lying on the couch, watching bad early morning reality television when we"d returned home after midnight. Before we could say “aloha”, a text advised that our ever-enthusiastic police pal had the requested information.
The Strettas had been on their own since Hutch was seventeen, when their parents were killed while driving along the rugged eastern coastline to Hana. His story was similar to Kent"s in that he"d given up school and gotten a job to keep the family together. Eb had been seven and Jem only four. It was hard to imagine
