Chapter 41
Night rain drizzles cooled Aleksey Nabokov's cheeks, scalp, and forehead. The faint sound of a distant party from a beach house further down the coast of the North Shore, a neighborhood on Oahu's northern coast, was no match for the soothing noise of the crashing and retreating waves near his feet. He finished his coconut and papaya drink and considered the attractive young man still staring at him.
Both Aleksey and the stranger stood in front of adjoining two story beachside homes. The house behind Aleksey was a lemon-color family home with wide eaves and a large balcony. The stranger, dark-featured with a full beard and closely-cropped haircut, was stationed before a trail through brush leading to a lime-green two story home with extensive windows. Aleksey was dressed c
