Let me offer folks a snippet from the book's opening chapter.
Honolulu Homicide Detective Steven Ke'aloha Shaw pitied the dead man. "Poor bastard never even made it into his hotel. He gets off the plane, gets into a courtesy van going to his hotel, and he doesn't even get to check-in."
The Medical Examiner giggled. "He was dying to be in paradise."
Steve Shaw examined the body slumped against the window in the last seat. The victim was a young white man about Steve's age, tall and thin. A lean face and a square jaw and a high forehead. Beige hair that was receding quickly. Mirrored sunglasses hid his eyes, and his head was resting against the window. He had some faint acne scars. He wore a red flowered aloha shirt with a large bloodstain among the flowers. Flower leis decorated his chest. He could have been daydreaming or asleep or lost in his own thoughts.
The M.E. indicated an ice pick tucked between the two fresh flower leis the victim wore. "You'll notice it has the words Aloha from Hawaii embossed on the handle. A sharp jab under the ribcage and then upwards. It was over in an instant."
"The killer was right-handed?"
"He could be ambidextrous. That's good with either hand."
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Steve looked towards Waikiki Beach, the world's most famous beach, beyond the cocopalms and the benches of the Ainahau Hotel. He could see for miles across the Pacific, could almost see the future. Then the [of the sun reflecting on the flat ocean came flashing back too brightly for him to face, and he turned back to the Scene of the Crime.
Enjoy good writing tonight in the privacy of your own catamaran.
Aloha and mahalo to all my friends and readers!
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Fred Zackel
author of ...
COCAINE & BLUE EYES
CINDERELLA AFTER MIDNIGHT
CREEPIER THAN A WHOREHOUSE KISS
A DEATH IN KEY LARGO
TOUGH TOWN COLD CITY
&
MURDER IN WAIKIKI
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