You walk over to the balding police officer with a confident stride. “I know who did a murder here!” you state, loudly. “Oh really? You do? That would be super helpful to know,” he says. Lana, Denise, Spike, and Tiki Dan all perk up. “Denise is a Hawaiian shirt dealer. I bet she wanted Benny […]
You walk over to the balding police officer with a confident stride. “I know who did a murder here!” you state, loudly. “Oh really? You do? That would be super helpful to know,” he says. Lana, Denise, Spike, and Tiki Dan all perk up. “Everyone wanted Benny’s rare Hawaiian shirt,” you begin. “Including Lana. She […]
You watch the part where the Brady kids sing and dance on the plane to Hawaii. Not as good as the first one, but what are you gonna do?
You take a gander at Spike’s gold chains. Most of them look cheap. You can see gold paint flaking off them. One chain has a large gold rectangle in the center with “Spike!” engraved in fake gemstones.
You glance at Denise’s green shirt with a red parrot pattern. It’s very unusual to wear a Hawaiian shirt tied around your neck. Maybe she has a fear of vampires… like you.
You casually glance at Lana’s red Hawaiian shirt dress. The yellow flower print looks vintage. This is clearly an antique. Whoa, is that a lipstick stain on the collar? Things are getting hot ‘n heavy at the ol’ tiki bar tonight!
“Where is that $500 gift card?” you ask Tiki Steve. “I saw Benny holding onto it all night,” he says. “A mall gift card is a precious thing. But strangely, it wasn’t on his body when he died.” “That is strange,” you reply. “Then we’re in agreement on how strange that is?” “Yes.”
You stare at the metal syringe full of blindingly sweet grenadine the bartender is injecting into your scorpion bowl. “What was Benny drinking?” you ask Tiki Steve. “A Shirley Temple with extra grenadine,” he replies. To cover the taste of poison, it might help to make a drink as sweet as possible… Hmm?!
You get closer to the dead body to examine the shirt. It’s blood red with a golden daffodil pattern. The fabric looks crisp. Brand new. Like a “giggidy” reference in 1999.
You bend down to inspect a bubble gum wrapper on the floor. There’s a little crudely drawn comic strip on it… Morke: Hey, Tiki Joe! Where’d you get your shirt? Tiki Joe: Hawaii. Morke: “How I eat?” That doesn’t answer my question. Tiki Joe: I said “Hawaii” and you know it, you disingenuous piece of […]
