The next morning on the drive over to Kailua, Chan told his partner what had transpired the night before in…
Getting To Know You
We held a first party yesterday, those of us who could finally attend.After all this time being apart so much,…
The House of Missing Keys, Part 11
“Lieutenant Chan, good evening,” said the huge shadow. Chan recognized the voice immediately. The bartender of the Holo Holo Bar…
Episode #1 of my 3rd Lt. David Chan Hawai’i-based mystery now available.
I’m happy to say that Episode #1 of my third Lt. David Chan Hawai’i-based crime story is now available on…
As Borrowed as Time
It’s as grim as it gets right now tonight when all you want to do is buy beer kick back…
The 2nd of my Lt. David Chan Hawai’i-based crime stories is available
I’m happy to say that the second in the series of my Lt. David Chan Hawai’i-based crime stories is now…
Sojourn
More seen, more said, more heard, more thought, their bags packed ever heavier by travel as they go, the making…
The House of Missing Keys, Part 10
David Chan sat at the dining room table cleaning his service revolver. He always cleaned his personal one first, although…
The Secret Keeper
Fortunate the mother who lives the unflawed life of lore, perfect, a smooth vase, snow white, the finest ashes left,…
Save As and All That Jazz
This morning I’m frustrated. Again. It’s a dating problem. Story of my life. Ignoring, forgetting, misremembering, a typo. Each day I save…
The House of Missing Keys, Part 9.
Before they knocked on Glenn Makia’s door, Chan and Yamamoto walked out on the pier. The boat was a double-masted…
We’ll Meet Again (for AT)
It’s April, the cruel one, and still heavy jacket chilly.Madison in April sometimes feel like mid-winter.I recall those odd days…
Life’s Run
Milton stumbles shakily around Mānoa Valley amid traffic. Petrarch perambulates Punchbowl Cemetery perusing stark headstones of veterans. Shakespeare window-shops for…
The Way We Walk
Once, walking through the forest where the Bayan Tree Plaza stands today,I stepped on a branch with a thorn so…
The House of Missing Keys, Part 8
When Chan arrived at the station, Yamamoto was already at his desk. “Anything?” asked Chan. “Yeah. Wow. You don’t look like you…
The Palm-Reading Time
I see me catch the glass bowl admire my juggling as I stoop down I go in slow motion watch…
The House of Missing Keys, Part 7
From the outside, Tia’s Place on Kapahulu appeared to be another simple and unassuming restaurant and bar along Kapahulu Avenue.…
Maybe You Can’t Fix What I Have
Broken when the US mail chokes how my letters take so much time is it there yet read it immediately…
The House of Missing Keys, Part 6
David Chan sat at his desk trying hard to read and not think about the keys. So if this athletic…
Love’s Countdown
In the beginning there was inertia,and inertia led, as you might expect,to nothing, so what had beensomethingness became nothingness: Take-out…
Lanning Lee 