Capitol murder

Abstract

As he speeds towards Spitting Caves in the early morning darkness, Wesley Kainoa Grant wonders if his wife Christine heard the message chime. Did she see him check his cell phone on top of their dresser? He can't believe that he forgot to silence his phone before he went to bed, as he usually did. He had hoped the message would be from Shane; maybe that haole friend of hers told Shane to call him. Instead the message was from someone else. The person he didn't want to hear from. He replied anyway. The annoyance from the message still lingers in him as he grips the steering wheel and pushes on the gas pedal. The luxury homes of his neighborhood blur past.