Chapter Thirty-FiveLate afternoon found us sitting on the grass under a lush breadfruit tree in Ala Moana Park. We'd walked over after changing into shorts and Ts, the odd afternoon/lunch still on minds and tongues.
We watched sunbathers and swimmers while drinking icy water from large bottles and discussed what our stumped selves should do.
Rey eyed a tall good-looking guy as he strolled past. He smiled and winked.
“A bit young for you, isn't he?” Linda jested.
“A bit too everything,” she simpered. “Guys that gorgeous are way too into themselves.”
Her best friend snickered and leaned against the tree. “We should have asked about the shell companies.”
I concurred. “We should have asked about a lot of things—like how well she knows explosives. But that would have had her wondering jus
