MAILI BEACH

A man is buried alive on a Hawaiian beach watched by a shadowy figure.

Karl tries to find out what happened to his cousin during a trip home to his father’s funeral and discovers his family is members of the “The Company”.

Karl’s mother gives him a family heirloom; a case full of illegally acquired land deeds.

Karl decides with the help of his friend Jake to make some money for himself by selling the land deeds.

Things don’t go according to plan… 

THE PROLOGUE

The plucked bright sounds of a Hawaiian slack guitar peppered the night air between the loud breaking waves that pounded the hushed beach sands. The golden sunset over Maili Beach suddenly turned black. The tropical night’s yellow moon, high in the dark sky, shone down on a section of beach and a six-foot-by-three-foot trench in the sand. The hands and arms of a man were visible as he flailed around struggling for air. Chocking sounds came out from his sand-filled mouth. The man grabbed handfuls of sand, grasping frantically at the shadowy figure of two feet in thong sandals which stood impassively by. Two heavyset Polynesian men heaped sand over the body of the man being buried alive. They struck at his hands and arms with their spades to keep him under.

It took only fifteen minutes of muffled screams for the man to suffocate to death. The two men waited, wiping the sweat off their brows. The thong sandaled feet shuffled away from the death- scene through the soft sand content that the problem had been solved. One of the thugs pulled two beers from a bag which they sipped until the final desperate sounds of the buried man ceased. When they finished, they pulled guns from their belts and fired two shots each into the sand. The echoing sound of the shots was lost in the roar of the incoming pounding waves. The slack guitar was instantly drowned out but could be heard faintly returning as the receding waves swallowed up the hush of the ocean. The two thugs smoothed over the sand, picked up their discarded shirts and bags and sauntered down the beach towards the holiday lights and the slack guitar sounds coming from a house at Maili Beach Point. 

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