Chapter 39“It’s four-thirty.” A miniature flashlight illuminated the face of Rey’s Fendi aluminum bracelet watch. “What’s keeping that detective? And why are we sitting here when we should be there?” The bright beam of light swung over toward the Howell estate, some five-hundred yards away.
Wearing jeans and thick fleece hoodies, we were seated in Linda’s Echo, parked behind a banyan tree on a quiet, winding residential Kahala street. Early morning gusts whipped trees and shrubbery, and wispy clouds floated through a dark sky like oil slicks in a vast urban-spawned lake. It was an eerie pre-dawn day, as if restless spirits were hovering nigh.
An involuntary shiver snaked up my spine. “Ald obviously hasn’t checked messages and is sleeping in a nice comfy bed with visions of felonious faer
