Chapter 30Officer Makamai turned quickly to face her again. His hands immediately went into note taking readiness. He never blinked. “Tell me.”
“When the truck passed me once, going so fast, I saw something on the side. It looked streaked.”
“Like side molding?”
“Uh, no.”
“A long dent, maybe?”
“No, no, that's not it.”
“Could it have been painting? Decals maybe? A lot of locals plaster island-kine decals on their vehicles.” He shrugged. “You've seen it, I'm sure. Flowers, turtles, surfing, lots of things.”
“Wait.” She held her forehead and closing her eyes thinking. Could her concussion have harmed her memory somehow? “It was a streak, like a streak of white, maybe silver.” She made an animated sweep of an arm to describe what she saw. “Just for a moment when I jammed on my brakes, th
