Eugene Kanai, my old high-school classmate, had wanted to stop by the office to talk. It’d been twenty-five years since we’d escaped that prison, and now Eugene had just been paroled from Oʻahu Prison. He’d called to say he had info about Kalahiki’s murder. I’d expected Eugene to walk through the door, but to my surprise he stumbled in. Someone had put two in his back, and the extra lead had done little to improve his health. He fell to the floor, and that was the end of hope to find out the name of my partner’s killer from him.