Chapter Thirty-OneCholla had called as I was Googling and drinking my first morning coffee. An 8:00 dinner reservation at L’Étape, a highbrow restaurant near Kūpikipiki'ō Point, was under her name.
Dressed in sleeveless sheath dresses with different floral patterns, Rey, Linda and I sat at a large round table by the patio. The three of us purposely arrived a half hour earlier to chill over wine; not that we were nervous, but Cholla and Bayat weren't exactly Hansel and Gretel sweet.
One more intriguing if not alarming “tidbit” had been gleaned about Bayat: the man had won bronze in the French Firearms Championship three years ago, Rifle Division. Given this new info, the Triple Threat Investigation team was pretty damn sure he'd been the one responsible for turning most of Timmy-Tom's hea
