Chapter Thirty-Three “A charbroiled mess, isn’t it?” Emilio sighed woefully as firefighters, police officers, and emergency personnel worked what was left of a four-alarm blaze. “Thankfully, no one was inside.”
After the explosion shocker, we’d rushed to pick up the finance manager at the corners of 7th and Waialae, three blocks from his house (Zippy’s oxtail soup had been a must-have stress reliever).
At half past nine, the shadowy night was sultry and breezeless, but there were enough lights to illuminate a blockbuster movie set. The smell of charred wood and smoldering furnishings mingled with the nummy scent of freshly popped popcorn, thanks to Butt-R-E Popping Passions, a distribution and manufacturing company located in an adjacent unit. White puffs lay in colossal mounds of fra
