Tuesday’s Child

that, they will let us know first, and we are not a chatty people. We will smother them in leis and go about our business.”

In spite of herself, Sophie laughed.

“Okay, we’re here. Let me introduce you to Ursula. I think I should tell you, she does not like that name. If you call her Ursula, she will ignore you. She responds only to Sula.”

“I’ll remember that.”

Kiki got out and reached for Sophie’s bag. “Just so you know, your neighbors are watching us, so don’t get spooked. It’s a good thing.” Kiki whistled sharply and a dog almost as big as a small pony galloped across the lawn, skidded to a stop, then held up his paw for Kiki to shake, which he promptly did. “Sula is very formal. It’s your turn.” Sophie held out her hand to shake the dog’s paw. Sula let loose with a soft woof of welcome. “Sula loves company. She also loves it when you make her a lei. A small one. I don’t know why that is.

“Okay, Sula, Sophie is your new best friend. Give her the tour while I… go along, I’ll be in in a few minutes.”

Sophie followed the huge dog from room to room. When Sula wanted her to see something of particular interest, she nudged her thigh. “I see it, the old treat jar. Okay, here we go.” Sophie opened a bright yellow jar that said TREATS on the front and handed over a chew bone.

Spinning in a circle to take it all in, Sophie said, “Oh, wow, I love this house! I love all this teak, the marble floors, the French doors, and that lanai is to die for. I think you and I are going to spend a lot of time out there. I know how to cook. Or do you just eat dog food?” Sula stopped chewing and looked up at her as if to say, What do you think? Sophie laughed.

By the time Sula finished her chew bone, Kiki was back in the house. “All set?”

“Yep.” She grinned from ear to ear as Sula nudged Kiki toward the front door.

“See? That’s what I meant. She’s telling me it’s time to go, and she’ll take over now. I’ll see you when I see you.” Sula gave Kiki one last nudge. When the door closed behind him, she reared up and shoved the dead bolt into place with a paw that was as big as Sophie’s open palm. She looked over at Sophie for approval.

“That’s great, you even know how to lock up. Good girl! Okay, that’s your job from now on. Well, it’s still early, so let’s go outside on the lanai and drink some pineapple juice. I’ll give you another treat, and we can cuddle on that big lounge chair out there and look at the stars.”

Sula cocked her head to better observe her new temporary mistress before she headed back to the treat bowl. Sophie laughed out loud when the dog barked twice-surely it meant two treats.

Comfortably settled into a lounge with a frosty glass of fresh pineapple juice, her arm around the huge dog, Sophie started to talk and couldn’t stop. Finally, someone to listen to her who would not judge, talk back, disapprove. When she cried, Sula licked her tears. When she said with all the vehemence she could muster, “I hate that man. I really hate him, Sula. He took away ten years of my life; that’s why I’m here now with you. I need him to pay for what he did to me. He didn’t have a shred of evidence that I was the one who killed her and not Adam Star. But he was so sure, and he convinced that jury. I know God is going to punish me for my evil thoughts, but right now I don’t care. If it weren’t for him, I might… Nick would…” She never finished what she was going to say because she was so tired and filled with anxiety that she fell asleep in midsentence.

Sula wiggled free of Sophie’s embrace when she was satisfied her new mistress’s breathing was even and steady. She inched to the corner of the lounge chair and dropped her big head onto her paws. She did not go to sleep. She sat on guard all through the night and into the early hours of the morning until Sophie woke. Only then did she trot off to the dense undergrowth surrounding the small compact house to do what she had to do.

Meanwhile, while Sophie was taking an early-morning swim with Sula, just minutes away from Sophie’s new residence, Nick Mancuso was knocking on the front door of Kala Aulani’s house.

Mally, already alerted to the news that someone was going to come looking for Sophie, opened the door, a huge smile on her face. She continued to smile as Nick presented his case. She started to jabber in her own language, to Nick’s dismay. He reached for his wallet and pulled out a picture of himself and Sophie taken when she’d graduated nursing school. Mally smiled and nodded and then shrugged. Nick pointed to the house and Mally again shook her head as though perplexed at where he was pointing. Kiki had told her to invite him into the house, wave her arms about to indicate he could look around, then offer him a glass of pineapple juice, so she did just that. Unsure what the little woman was telling him, Nick stepped over the threshold. Mally waved her arms about again, so he started to walk around and marvel at the house that belonged to Kala. He even walked upstairs and poked his head into the different rooms.

Downstairs, he accepted the glass of pineapple juice, drained it, and nodded to Mally, but not before she draped a fragrant lei around his neck.

“You come back Miss Kala here.”

There was nothing for Nick to do but leave. He’d been so sure, so very sure that Sophie was here. What the hell did that wink Jed gave him mean? Maybe he was just jerking his chain. Nah, Jed wouldn’t do that. He knew that Nick had feelings, strong feelings for Sophie. Maybe she wasn’t there in that house, but she was in Hawaii somewhere. He felt it in his bones.

Nick walked back to his five-star hotel and made arrangements to do some island hopping. If nothing else, and he didn’t actually play a round of golf, he at least had to be able to say he’d visited all the golf courses Hawaii had to offer. Besides, his hip needed a break. Unable to sleep last night, he had pored over all the colorful magazines and brochures the hotel had provided. He had an itinerary for the day, then he’d head home in the morning. He knew he’d never be able to find Sophie if Kala had hidden her, so there was no point in staying. So much for hope springing eternal and all that jazz.

As he walked along, following the shortcut the hotel concierge had provided, he noticed the biggest dog he’d ever seen in his life frolicking at the edge of the water alongside a slim young girl. It had been years since he had anything remotely like fun. Ah, well, one of these days, he decided, he’d take some time off and do just that. Maybe once he made his mind up to have the hip-replacement surgery, he’d come back there to recuperate. Maybe. That was like saying someday I’m going to do all these things when I get around to it. The sad part was, someday rarely arrived.

Where are you, Sophie? I know you’re here somewhere. I just know it. I feel like you’re just a heartbeat away.

With the five-hour time difference between Hawaii and Georgia, Ryan Spenser’s two ADAs stepped off the plane and looked around. Ginger Albright and Don Clark looked at each other as much as to say, I think I’m going to like this four-day minivacation. They’d flown coach, and each knew that their hotel accommodations would be less than desirable. Their food stipend was small. Ginger called it miserly. It didn’t really matter to either one of them because they were in Hawaii. The only request they made was for their rental vehicle to be an open jeep.

The jeep came with a road map and a GPS.

In less than an hour, they were on their way to a place called Monarch Suites. One suite for the two of them, one regular bed and a couch that opened to a bed. One bathroom. Ginger rolled her eyes, and said, “You get the couch, and I get first dibs on the bathroom.” Don agreed because he had no other choice-Ginger was senior to him.

An hour after checking in to the fleabag, as Don called it, they were wearing shorts and Hawaiian shirts they had picked up at the airport so they could blend in with the locals. The only problem was, they looked like tourists. Pale tourists.

“Okay, kid, let’s go find Sophie Lee,” Don said as he straightened his cap a little more firmly on his head. He slipped on his shades. Definitely incognito.

Ginger giggled. “You have to be kidding me, Don. There’s no way we’re going to find that young woman. Even if she’s here, Kala Aulani has her so well stashed, even a drug-sniffing dog couldn’t find her. Assuming, of course, she had drugs on her person.”

“I don’t even know why the hell we’re here, Ginger. What does Spenser think this is going to get him? Sophie Lee is free. There’s nothing he can do about it. It’s all legal, and it’s all been squared away. What? He thinks he can send in some goons and take her out? That’s pretty damn stupid if you ask me. I don’t know what his game plan is. When A can’t get me to B, I start to worry.” His voice was fretful as he ranted on. “I’m just not getting it. Sophie’s free. Why did Aulani stash her somewhere? Why is Spenser looking for her? What could she possibly say or do now