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misfortune.” He handed
them to Ethan. “My son and daughter will be dancing.”
    “Thank you so much!”
I clapped my hands. I’ve always wanted to see men in grass skirts play with
fire.
    Now might be a good
opportunity for the first of my questions. I avoided Ethan’s gaze so he
couldn’t send me signals to stop. “How are the other guests faring after Mr.
Jamison’s death, and now this?”
    Mr. Wahine shook his head. “As well as can be
expected. My poor daughter is the most traumatized. My son seems to be
angry that this has happened, as it will not look favorably on the hotel. The
other guests are looking at it as excitement for their vacation.” His grin
returned. “We just booked our two-bedroom cottage. The party arrives in the
morning. This may help our business. You know what they say, any advertising is
good advertising.” He tossed us a wave and backed out of the room.
    Hmmm. I chewed my pinkie nail. Was the Wahine Bed and Breakfast in financial trouble? What sort of
business did Mr. Jamison do? I glanced out the window to see Susan Wood in a
black string bikini head for the beach.
    “Ready?” I popped up
from the sofa, grabbed a waterproof bag that held towels, sun screen, and the
latest mystery from James Patterson.
    Ethan cocked his
head. “What are you up to? What questions could you possibly have to ask
Susan?”
    “I won’t know until
we start talking.” I kissed him and skipped out the door.
    Ethan followed with
the snorkel gear. “I may soon regret saying you could try solving this.” He
closed the door and locked it behind us.
    The Aldrichs came out of their cabin and headed for the beach. Wonderful. Sharon was much more communicative than Susan.
    Ethan put his arm
around my shoulders. “Before you start bugging people, you have to go
snorkeling with me first. Don’t forget why we’re on Maui.”
    “I wouldn’t dream of
it.” I slipped my hand in his and let him lead me to a stretch of sand a little
away from the others.
    Off the shore, a
small reef formed an almost complete circle. The area looked safe enough for
me. It wasn’t big enough for man-eating sharks. I kicked off my shoes and
slipped on the flipper fins. Once I managed to get that mouth breathing
apparatus over my head without the rubber band pulling all my hair out, I
slapped my way into the delicious water. Ah, I could stay out there all day.
    After a few minutes
of getting up enough nerve to let my feet come out from under me and to lay
face first in the water, I opened my eyes and surveyed the murky world around
me. I thought the water in Hawaii was clear?
    My face mask fogged
up. I pushed my feet back to the silty ocean floor.
After removing the mask, I spit in it as I had seen divers on television do,
then slapped around until I was once again laying on my face in the water.
Someone tapped me on the head.
    Didn’t they know how
long it took me to get in that position?
    Ethan stared at me.
“Stop mixing up the bottom. You’re making the water murky. Just fall forward or
squat then let your feet up.”
    Oh. That explains
the unclear view down below. “Thanks, sweetie.”
    I tried again and
succeeded. Once the water cleared, I spotted all types of marine life. Deciding
to follow the reef, I skimmed along the top, spotting black and yellow striped
fish with fins, some silver sparkly ones, and one that looked like a snake. I
steered clear of that one. The sun’s rays warmed my shoulders and the top of my
head. I couldn’t think of a more pleasant way to spend a Saturday morning.
    A lot of people
thought us strange to get married when we did, but we were set on April Fools
and couldn’t wait until the day fell on a weekend. I struck an underwater pose.
    Ethan took a picture
of me through an underwater camera then swam in the opposite direction. I
turned back to study the reef. An eel poked its head from a hole and came
straight for me. I gurgled like an actress in an underwater B-horror movie and
backpedaled