Something Solid (350)

Chan went to the desk and picked up. “Hello.” Silence. “Hello?” “Who’s this?” came from the other end. “I’m Denise’s brother.” … More

Hate Can Motivate (325)

Victor Yamamoto drove the five blocks to headquarters. He passed the open market where he’d grown up helping his father and … More

Chris Andaya scared people. At 6’6” he was a gigantic mass of muscle. He was very dark, always wore black. That skin and … More

David Chan drove as quickly as possible toward Kapahulu. He was counting the days until construction began on the Interstate Highway … More

Miles Kuroda had been a high-school bully who’d evolved into a small-time hood. He made sure to do nothing that would … More

Yamamoto almost jumped out of the chair. “What? Me? I never take the book.” Chan watched him. “No, I’m wondering why someone, anyone, … More

Before Yamamoto called him that morning, David Chan had been on the phone with his mother. “She’s a big girl, … More

They sat down in the two barber chairs. Chan said, “Did Rudy work here alone?” “Yeah,” Yamamoto said. “So why … More

Who could recommend a barber? Walking out, he saw Rudy’s backup razor on the counter. Maybe he could learn to use it. He … More

When Detective David Chan arrived, the forensics team was wrapping up. Rudy Alipio had been an informant for Chan’s partner. Just by … More

Since he’d been introduced to Rudy, he’d go every Saturday for a professional shave. During the week, he settled for his … More

This morning we’re on a tour. I love the tidal pools,alive with multitudes of tiny fish and crabs, and, of … More

Like a pendulum, I swing between insaneand not sitting down to write.Occasionally, when I’m sitting down crazy,I can still vividly … More