Madison nodded. "God, I feel like the biggest fool in Honolulu."
"No worries about that."
"Why do you say that?"
"It's quite a choice club," I said. "The queue extends all the way from Kalakaua Avenue to North Shore. You'd have to do heaps more than getting taken in by a dodgy guy to gain membership in that club."
I believed I was in love with him."
"Did he tell you he loved you?"
"Of course," she said. "That's why I jumped on a plane to Honolulu without giving it a second thought when he invited me to come here for a visit."
I gave Madison an encouraging smile, letting her know I felt sympathetic. I sipped more beer.
"Have you done this kind of work before?"
"I've been hired to do many things," I said. "But I have to admit, mending troubled relationships isn't my specialty."
"I don't need that sort of help," Madison said. "I need to know who he really was."
"You mean deep down?"
"I know he's a phony, a liar, and a backstabbing son of a bitch."
Madison added more sugar to her coffee. Her hands were shaking, and it seemed she got more sugar on the table than into the cup. She was dressed in a white sleeveless linen top with a navy knee-length shorts, and a pair of tan sandals. Her toenails were manicured and done up in the French nails style.
"As accurate as that characterization might be..."
"No, wait," Madison said. "There's more."
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