Chapter TenAfter promising to have lunch with Doris again soon, the four of us grabbed a cab to the police station. Because Angus Kale Kapua'ula's lawyer was in Carmel and wouldn't be returning until first thing in the morning, he'd called Xavier from Detective Gerald Ives' car. And given that Angus and Xavier were friends of Ald's, the detective had agreed to have the senior adjuster present for questioning.
While Rey and I settled into a worn leather sofa in the corner of a tiny office I'd always thought perfect for accommodating two Abyssinian guinea pigs, Xavier parked himself on the uncomfortable chrome chair. The office smelled of nervous sweat and stale, no-name coffee. Angus, his craggy face drawn, was perched on a windowsill while Ald sat in a high-back, black-ribbed swivel chair
