Chapter 31Balmy and pleasant, the early September breeze veiled like a silky negligee. Vehicular and foot traffic on Ala Moana at Hobron was fairly light, unusual for Sunday or any other evening during the everlasting tourist season. The ever-enigmatic Cash-Richie-Whatever and I hadn’t said much the last few minutes since we’d left the Hilton, although somewhere en route we’d become more relaxed in each other’s company.
As we walked across the intersection, I motioned ABC. “I need to pick up a couple of things.”
Before he could respond, tranquility turned to chaos. Tires squealed. Someone shouted and another shrieked. A small person dressed in black leaped from behind, smacked into me and pushed me down, and bolted toward a dark sedan several yards ahead.
A stinging pain shot through my
