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He’d tried living on the mainland, and he had hated it. Give him the flip side of paradise any day.
    He pulled into the Lehui Hospital parking lot and was waiting out back when the S and R helicopter touched down. No one was surprised to see him. Being chief of po lice wasn’t much more than a titl e. He still went out on calls like the rest of the men.
    A greyhound wearing an orange disaster vest was the first one off the chopper. The tan-colored dog hopped out and stood at attention. That had to be Greg’s dog, the one he’d heard so much about. His brother had always been good with animals. It was people who gave him trouble. Cody supposed it all went back to Aunt Sis. If only she hadn’t been so hard on Greg. If only Greg had been less stubborn.
    You couldn’t change the past. That was for sure. You had to live with it.
    Two Med Techs removed a gu rn ey, then Greg climbed out. Something in Cody’s gut clenched, and he felt the dampness under his armpits. Two years; not one word. Greg couldn’t refuse to talk to him now. He was too much of a professional not to give the police a full report.
    Cody hung back, concealed by the crimson bougainvillea, the warm, never ceasing trade winds rippling through the leaves, watching his brother. Greg still had that solid running back’s build, all lethal force and speed even though he would be thirty-seven in another month. He still had the gloss black hair that reminded Cody of their mother. He still had that ste rn , uncompromising expression—thanks to Aunt Sis.
    Greg bent to say s omething to the woman on the gurn ey. Cody was too far away to hear what they were saying, but Greg’s expression softened for a moment. Then he looked up and spotted Cody.
    The men rolled the gu rn ey toward the emergency entrance, and Cody greeted them, smiling as he always did, asking about their families. Greg kept walking behind the men wheeling in a blonde with a mane of wild curls. He didn’t bother to give Cody a second glance.
    They shouldered their way through the double doors two steps behind the gu rn ey. The ER had the usual assortment of broken bones, stomach aches, and mokes, island toughs, who’d consumed too much okolehao last night. No doubt the home brew made from ti roots had given them whopping headaches and alarming heart palpitations. Maybe they’d learn a lesson.
    “What happened to her?” Cody asked Greg as they stopped at th e registration desk with the gurn ey.
    Greg’s eyes never left the woman, and for a moment, Cody thought he wasn’t going to answer. “Last night her car went off the road out beyond Lindbergh’s grave. I found her.”
    “Christ! In that killer storm?”
    Greg nodded and looked him directly in the eye. It took all Cody’s willpower not to back away. Even at the funeral Greg hadn’t spared him one glance. Two years hadn’t changed his brother’s eyes, though. They were still searing blue, all hellfire and brimstone.
    “Better send the chopper back to the beach and lower one of the guys to check the rental car for her purse,” Greg told him.
    “Lower?” he echoed, feeling the fool for not having read between the lines. When his brother said “off the road,” Cody had envisioned the woman’s car in one of the dozens of creeks that made the Hana road famous. Now he knew better. The blonde’s car had gone off one of the treacherous cliffs the islanders called palis.
    Greg had brought her up alone, and it hadn’t been easy, judging by the cuts and bruises on his body. I’ll be damned. He didn’t know why he was so surprised. Greg often managed to do the impossible.
    “I never should have moved her,” Greg said, and Cody could see his brother was more than a little shaken. He had to be; he was talking to him as if the past had never happened. “With the storm, I couldn’t get anyone out there to help. I thought a flash flood would rip through that ravine and drown her.”
    “Those ravines are usually death traps in a