Chapter TwentyGrabbing coffees, Xavier “A” Shillingford nodded to an empty corner table in the first-floor coffee shop of the building where Conwind Assurance and CON Hawaii Security Systems were located. An important mid-morning senior-executive business meeting had him wearing a sharp Italian linen suit with flat-front trousers. I couldn't help admire how soft beige emphasized lovely crème-caramel skin.
“Sounds like you've been busy.” He motioned two metal chairs.
“Not as busy as we'd like,” I confessed, slipping into a seat that proved more comfortable than its cold, space-age look advertised. “There are too many questions—”
“And not enough answers,” we finished in unison and high-fived.
“How's Angus doing?”
Cognac-brown eyes stared solemnly past a large gleaming-clean window onto
