CHAPTER THIRTY
Big sigh. There was another body. By the Kalihi Stream, not far from the Waipuhia Falls. The three of us grabbed sweaters, a laptop and cell phones, bags for collecting our own evidence (if possible), and bottles of water. Cash accepted a men’s denim jacket from Rey; a date had forgotten it and she’d decided to keep it when he advised her they wouldn’t be seeing each other again as she wasn’t his type.
We scrambled into the Jeep, my “sometimes boyfriend” at the wheel, and headed over. Ald Ives, Sammie Sallo, and PC Hammill, would already be there, along with the usual assortment of legal sorts and keen media personnel.
“I wonder who it is,” Linda said with a frown. She was seated alongside Rey in the back, who was staring out the window.
“We’ll find out soon enough,” her
