At nine the next morning, Oliver called the Nakano's number.
"Hello?" A quiet male voice. Island.
"Hello, this is Oliver Prescott. Are you Ken?"
"Yes."
"I'm trying to find Muni."
"Michiko told me you helped with the moss-rock."
"Not much. Those guys were pretty big . . ."
"They my football coaches, phys-ed teachers," Ken said.
"Aha."
"Do you have business with my brother?"