The heavy rain had just come to an end on the waterfront. The passenger stepped out on the gangway,paused to look that nobody was watching and hurried down to the pier. No hula girls, no music playing just the dripping of water off the shanties roofs. The passenger hurried up to the street, the fog bank was behind and closing quickly. The cab was waiting at the curb. The cabbie opened the door for his fare. As his passenger stepped in the cab, he caught a glimpse of red high heeled shoe attached to a long tan leg.
He jumped in the drivers seat and sped towards Honolulu, the fog erasing any trace ,except for the ghostly faint taillights fading in the distance.
