The Keeper's Six

Begin Reading Table of Contents About the Author Copyright Page To the families, large and small, found and blood, who have each other’s backs 1 The call came at night. Esther fumbled for the phone lying on the side table. Still barely conscious, she stuck it to her ear. “Hello!” What time was it? Static hissed and whistled. Then: “Mom, I need your help.” Her son’s voice, tight with fear. She sat up, heart racing, everything sharp: the book she’d fallen asleep reading pressed under her arm, the open jalousie windows, trade winds stirring the air inside the room. “Daniel. Where are you? What do you need?” “… ruin…” The connection cut 2 With a hiss of displaced air Esther reappeared miles away from where she had started. She stood in a graveled parking area in front of the living quarters of the Keep. The humble plantation-style cottage was raised up off the ground on a post-and-pier foundation with a lanai—a covered porch—in front and in back. The lot was tucked away out of sight off a paved road ascending a leeward slope in the Ko‘olau Mountains. Even in daylight she would barely have been able to identify the grassy