Chapter TwelveAs Rey slipped into the rear of the Jeep and Linda hopped into the front, I stood outside and texted Gail. Need an address for Lolita Frida Renoir. Can you help? Urgent. Thanks. Owe you another dinner. XOX
“What's next?” Rey asked eagerly.
“We have Cholla's address and I have my surveillance hat handy, so there's no reason we can't cruise by.” Pulling an Aloha pineapple baseball cap from her knapsack, Linda plonked it on her head.
“I got mine.” Removing a Hawaiian Volcanoes National Park cap from a Proenza Schouler bucket bag, a current “fav” from [at last count] four dozen, Rey waved it above her head. “Whadya say, Cousin Jilly?”
Tugging a Hawaii Warriors black-knit beanie from the glove compartment, I playfully tossed it at my cousin; she tossed it back.
Earlier, Gail
