Chapter ElevenSeated in the Sheraton Waikiki's RumFire, Rey and I people-watched over frosty Mai-Tais. The tart-sweet cocktails were something she and I, and Linda, liked to indulge in now and again, particularly when we were on a case and wanted to shoot the breeze (or bull, as it were). As always, we'd left the car back at the condo building, because one rule wholeheartedly adhered to: no drinking and driving.
“I wonder how Lindy-Loo's doing at Crabby Crabs,” she said, eyeing a group of wedding-party naval officers in dress uniform. A wedding party, no doubt.
“With any luck, better than us. I hope she finds out what's going on soon, so we can focus solely on this case.”
Rey exchanged a smile with a handsome Lieutenant Commander sipping Scotch and soda. “I don't generally go for older
