Hard Boiled (Aloha Chicken Mysteries Book 3) by Josi Avari

Author:Josi Avari [Avari, Josi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Quill Canyon Press
Published: 2019-03-21T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Chapter 12

It was five-thirty when Saffron left the little cinderblock house, with its two unhappy occupants. She had dropped off the produce and told Birdie how to get more. It wasn’t a perfect solution to her feed problem, but it was a stopgap.

A quick online search told her that The Stir was a club, and she was going to find out why Dean Diamond had written it on that note pad.

First, though, she needed an outfit. She was still wearing her standard Maika’i clothes: a flowy shirt, capris, and a pair of slippahs, or what she would have called flip-flops when she was living back in Washington DC.

But from what she could see, The Stir was an upscale place, and from what she read online, the better you looked, the higher your chance of getting in.

The Ala Moana Center was a huge mall that Saffron had visited before. She appreciated the ample parking and the big, breezy open walkways. Along them, stores big and small sold everything from shave ice and souvenirs to three-piece-suits and electric cars.

Saffron watched the windows as she walked. The club favored vintage styles, she’d read, so when she saw the sweetheart necklines and swing skirts of a store called “Vavoom,” she ducked inside.

She emerged half an hour later wearing a gold and black beaded chiffon dress with a v neckline, black low heels, a gold clutch purse, and a cloche hat. It was a quick trip back to the parking garage, and a short drive to The Stir.

Darkness had fallen since she’d been shopping, and the club stood out like a ghost. A valet took the thunderbird. As she climbed out, Curry’s feather from earlier drifted out of the car with her. Saffron picked it up and stuck it in her hatband.

The line was long, and Saffron watched as couples, trios and quartets around her made their way to the front. Some of them were turned away. Not surprisingly the grunge couple didn’t make it in, nor did the four tourists in their aloha shirts. As the minutes ticked by, Saffron began to be very glad that she had dressed for the occasion. A group of twenty-something flappers was admitted, as was a woman wearing a straight-cut tea dress trimmed with several side ruffles and her date in a slim suit and two-tone shoes.

When Saffron stepped up to the velvet rope, she felt as if she were stepping up to judgement. The bouncer looked her over, glanced behind her to see if she was alone, and then called toward the door, “We got room for one?”

A woman around fifty poked her head out of the door. Saffron could feel the woman’s eyes boring into her. They stopped somewhere on her head.

The feather! Saffron had forgot that she’d stuck it in the hatband. She reached up to snatch it out, but the woman waved a hand. “Let her in!” she called enthusiastically, “I like the feather!”

Saffron slipped past the bouncer and stepped through the door, though it felt more like stepping back in time.

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