“You’ve done a lovely job,” Linda congratulated Paige as we stood by Hignum’s pool, sipping Perrier.
Colorful floral mats lined it as well as the path, concealing the body outline and blood that hadn’t been washed away. Patio lights shaped like Kappa (a Japanese creature that was small and green, and elfin-like) lined the privacy fencing and circled the royal palms. On the small circular patio, sushi, gyoza, harumaki, and onigiri were available in abundance, as were saki, ginger wine, and nigori.
Paige looked pleased. “You think so?”
“He’d have been proud and honored,” Linda said, tweaking one of her antennae playfully.
The older woman smiled and gestured the crowd hovering around the food and drink tables. “Do you think one of them might be responsible, or know something?”
“If it was
