It was a clear sunny day. Outside, a group of servicemen in uniform were talking in a group. Adjoining them was Callum Phillips, who I recognized from the news footage. He was standing with a lady, who was taller and broader across the shoulders. She was probably his sister or aunt. I noticed a family resemblance. They had boxy faces and heads of ash-white hair. Callum was stocky with a strawberry complexion. He wore a black and silver Hawaiian shirt, white slacks, and a simple tuberose and ti-leaf lei. I introduced myself, “Mr. Phillips, I am Sunny, Sunny Melo. My condolences for your lost.”

“Thank you for coming,” he held my hand with sincere gratitude. “This is my sister, Gracie. She flew in from Park City.” Gracie hugged me and wiped her eye. She wore a pikake lei over a black floral dress.

From “Murder Served Cold” by Hugh Crime Writer @HughCrimeWriter