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makes sense they would both have visited and might have made a connection and decided to go into business together.”
    “Can you print a photo of each man?”
    “Yeah. Are you going to look into it further?”
    “I am. I should probably get going now, but if you ever do find a photo of the woman we saw at the bar let me know. I have the photo I took with my phone, but finding her in some sort of context would help us identify her.”
    “Are you going to talk to your brother about the meeting in the bar?”
    “I’m not sure. If I tell him what I saw and how I saw it, he’ll probably figure out some way to put me under house arrest for my own safety. I think I’ll wait to see if we come up with something on our own.”
    I rounded up Sandy and headed back to the condo. When I got there both Cam and Kekoa were out, so I grabbed my laptop and headed out onto the lanai. It was a warm evening with a gentle breeze and the thought of trying to work in the hot condo wasn’t appealing. I couldn’t help but notice Mr. B was home. Kekoa doesn’t think there’s anything odd going on with our neighbor beyond the fact that he likes his privacy, but I still have my doubts.
    I Googled both Patrick Anderson and Branson Cole. Anderson was a lead planner at World Resort Corporation. The guy wasn’t one to enjoy the water or the beach during his stays with us, so I didn’t know him all that well, but I was sure Kekoa had chatted with him from time to time, so maybe she would know whether or not he was the Anderson in business with Cole, as I suspected.
    Branson Cole dealt with many types of investments, but it seemed his specialty was finding backers for whatever company he was currently involved with. It made sense that he and Anderson would team up if there was interest in building a resort here on the island. Anderson had the background to plan and oversee the construction and Cole had the contacts to fund the project.
    Which left Devlin. I didn’t have a first name, which made it pretty much impossible to find the guy. I thought it odd that CAD Development didn’t have some sort of flashy Web page with photos and bios of all three men. If they were trying to attract investors, as Luke indicated they were, it would seem a spectacular Web site would be a must. All I’d been able to find was a single-page site with the company’s logo and an architect’s rendering of the completed resort. There was an e-mail address, but I couldn’t find any other contact information—not an address or even a phone number. The whole thing was beyond weird as far as I was concerned.
    I pulled up all the photos I could find of Branson Cole. Luke had said he was seeing a woman named Helena who lived on the island. Maybe if I could find her, I’d find the answers I was looking for.
    I was trying to decide whether or not to head inside when Kekoa arrived. She asked what I was doing and I filled her in.
    “I don’t know a lot about Mr. Anderson,” Kekoa said after I asked her just that question. “We always chat for a few minutes when he’s checking in or out; I ask him what project he’s working on and where he’s traveled since the last time he stayed with us. Our conversations are pretty superficial and brief. You might talk to Kimo, though. I think Mr. Anderson spends quite a bit of time in the bar when he’s staying with us, and you know how people tend to talk to bartenders.”
    “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll talk to him tomorrow. So how was dinner with your parents?”
    “Tense.”
    “They still fighting?”
    Kekoa sighed. “More than ever. I really am beginning to suspect they might split up once Halina graduates high school in a few months.”
    Unlike me, who’s the youngest in the family, Kekoa is the oldest. She has two sisters: Molina, who’s in college on the mainland, and Halina, who’s a senior in high school.
    “Maybe once Halina graduates and they have some time to themselves they’ll work things out,” I