Chapter 20

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Grabbing coffees, Xavier “A” Shillingford nodded to an empty corner table in the first-floor coffee shop of the building where Conwind Assurance and CON Hawaii Security Systems were located. An important mid-morning senior-executive business meeting had him wearing a sharp Italian linen suit with flat-front trousers. I couldn"t help admire how soft beige emphasized lovely crème-caramel skin. “Sounds like you"ve been busy.” He motioned two metal chairs. “Not as busy as we"d like,” I confessed, slipping into a seat that proved more comfortable than its cold, space-age look advertised. “There are too many questions—” “And not enough answers,” we finished in unison and high-fived. “How"s Angus doing?” Cognac-brown eyes stared solemnly past a large gleaming-clean window onto a street fille

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