CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Mid-morning Tuesday, Rey and Sach went to meet with our potential wayward-spouse client, Hardena Antigua, at her substantial Kahala home. Linda and I had decided to stay at the office to do more research re similar Mainland murders, specifically any found near water. We discovered there’d been many—too many—and a number involving mutilations too, but given roses weren’t part of the equation, we didn’t pursue them.
“Most likely, GRP started killing here on the Islands.” Linda sucked back the last of a kiwi bubble tea and, plopping onto one of the rattan sofas, sighed. “It’s kind of sad, isn’t it? All the murders that take place, all the time?”
I extended my legs sans ballerina flats onto the desk. “I’m inclined to agree that he probably started here. Maybe with animals t
