“Riches to rags. The poor kid,” Rey murmured over a Hawaiian Hilton Mai-Tai. “What a story.”
I"d invited my cousin, Reynalda Fonne-Werde and her best friend, Linda Royale, for drinks on this sensational Friday so that we could catch the weekly Hilton fireworks and I could advise them of our new key case.
We"d had a few easy, quickly solved ones in the last few weeks since the Howell assignment had wrapped up. There was a restauranteur who"d believed staff was eating through sales and profits; it turned out that a rambunctious, wily mongoose family, courtesy of a stylishly excavated tunnel, was to blame. We"d located a lost sister in New York; she"d run off to fulfill a lifelong dream of becoming a Rockette. A woman had repeatedly sighted a luminescent sprite in plum-colored tulle flittin
