“They make a nice-looking couple.”
I looked up slowly and met Cash"s amused gaze. “Is my cousin"s date your doing? Is he one of your associates, perchance?”
“His name"s Coltrane.”
“As in John the jazz musician?” I asked dryly.
“As in Coltrane Hodgson Coltrane,” he replied casually, leaning into the pillar opposite me. Sporting black jeans, a black T under an unbuttoned black linen shirt, and black Prada leather sneakers, he was Coltrane"s alter fashion image.
“Rey"s not going to appreciate serving as decoy.”
“Colt enjoys the company of pretty women. They"ll have a great evening.” Cash stepped alongside me. “They found Benny Pohaku"s killer.”
I couldn"t keep the surprise from my tone or expression. “So soon?”
“He wasn"t that bright. He bragged about it and kept the weapon … on his p
