Honolulu homicide detective Kimo Kanapa'aka goes undercover on Oahu's North Shore to discover who has been killing surfers.
In his return to the North Shore, Kimo discovers trouble in paradise, from an epidemic rise in the use of crystal meth to increasing pressure on real estate prices. He also rekindles an uneasy friendship with a man whose sexual assault drove him into the police academy, and further into the closet, six years earlier. An exotic locale, plenty of aloha spirit and a dash of surf culture, as well as a slam-bang ending.
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As soon as I arrived at Butterfly, I realized I was in trouble. The dresses in the window were by Armani, Valentino, and Versace. A tiny purse studded with rhinestones had a price tag of $2400.
The only recognizable label on my clothing was the Teva on my sandals; I wore a pair of board shorts whose pocket I had torn a few days before, and a T-shirt from Town and Country Surf Shop.
Oh, and I'd forgotten to shave that morning in my hurry to get out on the water. In short, I looked like a moke, a native Hawai'ian criminal more likely to smash the front window in and steal something than to walk in and shop for merchandise.
I didn't know what I'd hoped to achieve by going to Butterfly, and I was kicking myself for rushing in without thinking through a plan, when the door popped open and a guy in a black t-shirt and black slacks stuck his head out.
"I know you!" he said, smiling. "You're the gay cop!"
"Busted." I smiled and stuck my hand out. "Kimo Kanapa'aka."
"You are such a hero!" he said. He shook my hand. "I'm Brad. Jacobson. It is so awesome to meet you!"
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
Just a simple gathering of the Gay & Lesbian Activist Association of New Birch and Sipsboror (GLAABS) and we plunge down a hilarious ride to perdition.
