Pono was driving his beefed-up purple truck, and Lei reached up to tap the tiny replica Hawaiian war helmet that hung from the rearview mirror. “For courage,” she said. “We’re going to need it,” Pono agreed, gathering his handheld recorder and a notepad. ...
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The grilling Waxman had given her at the Smiley bomb site still smarted—she really didn’t think there was more she could have done to stop the unsub’s escape, and she considered herself lucky to just be walking with a limp.Lei showed her badge and was admitted to Consuelo’s room.The girl was look...
She’d reported in on the events with Clyde Woo, played the recording for them, and now was on her way to his house to search it again and pick up his computer. Ang followed her out of the conference room. “You doing okay?” The other agent’s brows had pulled together. “I wo...
The room was small, lined with nailed-on foam waffle insulation. A rectangular mirrored viewing window punctuated the wall, and three molded plastic chairs completed the decor of the claustrophobic space. Lei switched on the hidden video camera via its switch by the door. She knew the lens was ai...
Class had been interesting, and it was good to chat with her classmates, to feel like things were getting back to normal. Ray Solomon hadn’t reappeared. It made her wonder if there was some connection between him and Mary. She needed to remember to call Lono Smith and tell him.She pulled into her...