Page 50 of Emi's Hero

Emi shook her head. “That’s not Fallon.”

“The second man on the list is Bentley Ellis, a man who made his money in the tech world in his twenties, invested wisely, and now owns six hundred acres of prime real estate on Kauai.”

“There were lots of photos of Bentley. He’s apparently a playboy and loves seeing his face in the news,” Kyla said.

Several photos popped up on the big screen of a handsome man with an athletic body wearing swim trunks. In another photo, he wore a golf shirt and trousers, with a club over one shoulder and a beautiful, half-clad woman leaning into him.

George looked toward Emi.

She was shaking her head. “Not him.”

“Option number three is Montgomery Lang, a successful values investor known for buying ailing companies, turning them around, and selling them for profit. He has dozens of properties throughout the Hawaiian Islands, both residential and commercial. Most on Oahu, but five on Kauai that we could find.”

The image of an older gentleman wearing a suit and tie appeared on the screen.

Emi shook her head, her shoulders sagging. “Not him.”

“Our final option, for now, is Edgar Hollingsworth, a pillar of the Hawaiian community, philanthropist, and multi-billionaire. He owns properties throughout the island under his corporation, Hollingsworth International. He also has several commercial and residential properties on Kauai, Maui, Oahu and Molokai.”

“This is Edgar Hollingsworth,” Kyla said.

Several photos appeared on the big screen of a tall man with gray hair and a closely trimmed beard.

George watched Emi as she seemed to deflate like a balloon with a slow leak.

“Not him.”

“We still have a couple of corporations we’re looking into that have purchased security systems,” Swede said. “They could have yachts attached to one of their subsidiaries. As soon as we find them, we’ll bring them to you.”

Emi was still looking at the photos of Hollingsworth. “I feel like we’re back to square one,” she whispered.

“No, we aren’t,” Kyla insisted. “We just have to dig deeper. The connection is there. We’ll find it.”

Still, Emi stared at the images of Hollingsworth. Her eyes narrowed.

At that moment, the photos disappeared. Swede and Kyla’s faces took up the whole monitor.

“Wait,” Emi said. “Put up the photos of Hollingsworth again.”

“Why? Did you see something?” Hawk asked. “Put it up, Kyla.”

“On it,” she said. A moment later, the collage of photos featuring Edgar Hollingsworth reappeared.

Emi stood and walked closer to the monitor.

George followed.

Emi’s eyes focused on an image on the right side of the display. “Could you enlarge the one with Hollingsworth in a tux, shaking hands with a Hawaiian man in traditional clothing?”

Kyla used the cursor to point at the photo. “This one?”

“Yes.”

The monitor blinked, and the photo took up the entire screen.

Emi gasped and staggered backward, her hand pressed to her chest.

George caught her before she tripped over the chair behind her.

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