“We might as well do it before we get back to the windows. Tomorrow I’ve got a full day of working on those cabinets. Before I start, I’m going to show you how to use a sander so you can knock out those shutters. Any woman who can conquer her fear of the ocean in one swoop can surely learn how to handle a tiny power tool.”

“I just need a quick shower,” Quinn said. She didn’t mention she’d have to slap some makeup on and make herself presentable.

“I’ll give you fifteen minutes. Let’s go.”

Quinn took his hand, and in one swift pull he had her on her feet and then was heading back to the house.

She stood there for a minute. Something inside her felt different—more free, since she’d made a truce with the sea. Another thing: she couldn’t wait to get her hands on that sander. Darn right she could handle a power tool.

At least, she hoped she could.

Quinn had never moved so fast to get ready in her life. She cut her shower down to less than four minutes and used the other eleven minutes to dress and put her face on. She’d surprised herself at how efficient she could be when she really needed to.

Now she sat prim and proper in a summery cotton dress and sandals, gazing out the window as Liam drove her to Old Lahaina Town.

They’d decided to stop and talk with Gracie Wang before doing anything else. As Liam pointed out, she might even have some insight about where Maria’s husband was hiding out, or at least she could guide them in which way to search. Liam assured Quinn that Auntie Wang knew quite a bit about what went on in Maui, even if she didn’t always share it with others.

On the way, they searched a few places for Jaime’s car. They went to the lumberyard and drove up and down the rows of cars. Jaime had worked there for more than two decades, and it only made sense to search there first.

Liam said he drove an aqua Toyota Camry, but it wasn’t there. They continued to Auntie Wang’s neighborhood, keeping their eyes on the road and parking lots for the Toyota until they arrived in Old Town and pulled up into Auntie Wang’s driveway.

Liam put the car in park, and they got out.

The house itself was unique. A small, two-story clapboard home with an inviting porch. There were Chinese symbols carved into the middle of her shutters, and a series of chimes hung across the front, their soft tinkles from the wind creating a peaceful sound.