“NO PRINTS,” PALEA ANNOUNCED with a grim expression. “Our guy must have worn gloves.”
“I guess it was too much to hope we’d get a stupid thief,” Alf groused.
“It’s too much to hope you got a thief,” Palea said. “You know as well as I do this wasn’t a robbery, Honeybun. The timing is just too suspicious.”
Alf sat on the edge of the bed, feeling unutterably weary. “Yeah. I know. It was most likely Magness.”
Palea appeared uncomfortable. “Yeah, about that.”
Alf looked up. “What?”
“Just before you called me I got another call. A jogger found a body in the surf on a remote stretch of beach along Kamehameha Highway.” Palea held Alf’s gaze.
“Magness?”
“We believe it’s him. Shot once in the head. Probably dead before he hit the water.”
Alf scrubbed a hand over his face. “But if he’s dead
