Chapter Five“Of course.” I winked at my cousin and her best friend. “Uh-huh. Count us in.”
Both were seated on a concrete border by the Hawaiian Hilton Village Pier, where the Atlantis submarine and sailing excursions happened regularly throughout the day. The afternoon Tradewind Sail was just pulling away.
“Hey! Wait for me!” A William “Frank Cannon” Conrad double raced with amazing agility toward the vessel, a small black knapsack suspended from a fleshy shoulder and a pricey Sony hanging by a wide strap from a thickset neck.
“Oh-oh.” Rey's eyes clamped shut. “I can't watch.”
“Oh no.” Linda sucked in a breath.
Dumbstruck, I could only goggle as the rutabaga-shaped gent soared like a premier danseur engaging in a brisé … only to take out two crew members as he tumbled onto the deck l
