Chapter 35Around the back stood Petey, the Kobalt LED handheld flashlight in one hand and the Remington hanging loosely from the other. A strong beam illuminated the darkness like a lighthouse Fresnel spotlight. Within view were thigh-high crotons running the length of the apartment building, freshly mown grass, and Rey on jean-covered knees, feeling for a pulse on a fleece-clad corpse sporting a hole in the chest. There was no need to check for life; it was obvious Kao Iole, gazing with unseeing eyes to the east, would never pet Bonzo again.
“What happened to you?” Rey demanded as the veteran private eye swung the light my way.
“Asphalt. It seems to have a thing for me these days.” I pressed the sleeve of my hoodie to my stinging chin and turned to Petey. “What happened to Kao? And you?
