“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 fragrant, edible salti
