Dawson knocked on the glass door of the Nuts About Dough shop, cupping his hand around his eyes so he could see inside. It was a few minutes before five a.m., so the doors were locked. But Wes should be getting ready to open any minute now.
His wife, Nicole, would be loading the cases with their specialty doughnuts and then position herself behind the cash register.
Another couple approached the store. “They not open yet?”
Dawson glanced at them. “Not yet.”
They both wore backpacks as if they were planning a day of hiking around the island, which they probably were.
“Have you eaten here before?” the woman asked. “We heard their doughnut breakfast sandwiches are the best.”
Dawson put on his salesman hat. “They are. I’d go for the Maui Waterfall one. It’s got sausage and bacon.” He tur
