Murder at Dolphin Bay (Sand and Sea Hawaiian Mystery Book 1) Read Online Free

saved, and there have been others when my well-intended actions have landed me in a heap of trouble.
    I made sure that the door to the condo was firmly closed, then called to my yellow lab, Sandy, who was chasing seagulls on the beach. I buckled Sandy into the passenger seat of my Jeep and headed toward one of the best surfing spots in the area. The most awesome thing about this particular beach is that it’s off the beaten path, and most tourists don’t even know it exists.
    When I arrived I was happy to see the waves were just about perfect. It was sunny and warm but not too hot, as it can be at times. The swells started in the distance and then rolled in toward the beach in perfectly synchronized sets that would make planning for the perfect wave all that much easier.
    There’s nothing better than riding a giant wave in the warm tropical water as the sun sets behind you. I’ve participated in many different activities in my life, but I haven’t found a single thing that can take you away from your problems and help calm your mind more completely than racing across the sea as the wave curls and crashes into the water just behind you. Well, maybe sex, but it would be impolite to bring that up here.
    I unbuckled Sandy and instructed him to hop down from the Jeep. I grabbed my board and backpack and headed over to the fire that someone had already built.
    “Did you bring the beer?” Cam asked.
    “Ice chest in the back of my Jeep. I’m surprised you aren’t in the water. It’s about as perfect as it can get.”
    “I’m going to head in, but I thought I’d wait for Makena. She should be here any time.”
    I shrugged and tossed my backpack on the sand next to where Cam was sitting. “Your loss. You may as well unload both ice chests while you’re waiting.”
    I tucked my board under my arm and ran toward the water with Sandy chasing along behind me. Given the fact that I work on the beach and spend a significant amount of my free time surfing, I spend a lot of time in the ocean. There are times I worry about what all that saltwater will do to my hair and skin, but when it comes right down to it, the ocean is where I feel most at home.
    I noticed Brody had shown up with Luke. I did my best to ignore them, not because the very sight of Luke makes my teeth hurt from all the clenching I do to keep my less-than-flattering opinions about him to myself but because Brody is a wave hog. The guy is only a moderately skilled surfer, yet he seems to think any wave is fair game whether someone else already has claimed it or not. I’m pretty good at avoiding what might appear to be an inevitable collision, but one of these days Brody is going to hurt someone with his wave hog ways and I’d really prefer that someone not be me.
    By the time I decided to call it a day and return to the fire, the rest of the gang had arrived. Cam was sitting on a blanket next to Makena, trying not to be obvious about the fact that he was staring at her breasts, Drake was shooting the breeze with Brody and Luke, who both looked bored by whatever story he was telling, and Kekoa was talking to Tessa, the smartest of all the WSOs next to me. I’ve seen Brody noticing Tessa when he thinks no one is looking, but I’d be willing to bet my favorite surfboard that he has little to no chance with the serious and ambitious woman who is simply biding her time until she earns enough money to head to the mainland and pursue the college degree she’s always yammering on about. Personally, I don’t know why anyone would want to spend four years of their life in a stuffy classroom, but Tessa seems as committed to her dream of going to college as I do to mine of becoming a cop.
    “Figures that the most excitement that’s happened at the resort in a good long while happens when I’m off,” Brody complained as I grabbed my towel and dried myself off.
    “It’s rude to refer to the death of one of our guests as excitement,” Kekoa pointed out. “Mr. Cole