Blood Orchids (9 page)

Chapter 16

He sat in his truck across the street from the bar in the waning light of evening. He’d been tracking her patterns, and today she usually finished her patrol shift and went in to eat and change before class. Sure enough, her vehicle roared around the corner and into the alley. She got out, pulling a rubber band out of her hair as she walked briskly, carrying a duffel bag, to the alley entrance into the bar.

He put the truck in gear and pulled across, parking just in front of her vehicle. He checked once again that he had everything he needed, and then slipped into the unlocked back alley door.

Inside, the hallway was empty, dimly lit by a bare, apathetic bulb. The battered door of the women’s room was to his left. He heard splashing from inside. She’d taken her uniform off to change and was having a quick rinse at the sink. He imagined her as he’d seen her through the high louvered window on another day: washing her face, skin glowing pearl in the dim light, serviceable bra and panties only hinting at her unique treasures.

He put his ear against the door and heard rustling. She was getting clothes out of the duffel bag. He slid the wire through the crack of the door, catching the old fashioned latch and pushing it up and out of its metal loop. He gave the door a hard push and it swung wide.

She jerked upright, clutching a T-shirt against her breasts.

“Hey!” she said indignantly. He registered the swirl of loose hair, startled eyes, white cotton panties: then he shot her.

The prongs of the Taser flew out and smacked her in the chest. She crumpled to the ground, twitching.

He stepped inside, closing the door. He detached the prongs and retracted it. Moving quickly but with deliberation he cuffed her hands behind her back, stuffed a kerchief gag in her mouth. He took the syringe out of his pocket, uncapped it, and drove it into her hip. He dropped a pillowcase over her head, rolled her in the sheet he’d brought. He wrapped a long bungee cord around her a couple times to secure the sheet and pillowcase. He hefted her up, staggering a little, and checked outside the door: empty. Slipping down the hallway and out the back door of the bar, he opened the passenger door of his truck and threw her in. Her head bounced off the dashboard and she slid onto the floor as he folded her legs and shut the door.

He ran back into the restroom, let the water out of the sink, gathered her purse and uniform, and thrust them into the duffel bag. Then he hurried back to his truck. She was still, her head lying near his feet, her body an anonymous mummy. The prey, captured.

The heady power of it surged through his body, a high like no other. He couldn’t resist putting his foot on her. Gave her a little kick, just a sample of what was to come. She didn’t move. He threw the truck into gear and rolled out. Glancing back in the mirror at the red Mustang left in the alley, he smiled.

Chapter 17

Lei sat down at the rectangular table in her Criminology class. She put her soda cup beside her to save Mary’s place. Tonight’s lecture was on Criminal Rehabilitation and once again, she was behind on the reading. She opened her textbook, skimming the chapter.

“Hey beautiful.” Ray Solomon slipped into the chair next to her on the other side.

“Howzit, Ray?” She didn’t want to keep being paranoid so she put on a big smile.

“Not bad. Small kine tired.” His shoulder-length hair was glossy as an otter’s pelt under the harsh fluorescent lights. He rubbed his shoulder. “I pulled something pounding nails today.”

“Oh, that what you do?”

“Yeah, construction. For the moment,” he said, with that flash of smile.

“Keeps you in shape,” Lei said, her eyes flicking to his well-developed biceps. Am I flirting? That would be a yes. He grinned, making a muscle for her.

“Got all kinds of uses for these guns,” he said.

The instructor came up to the lectern and class got underway. Mary never showed up, and afterward Ray lingered as she gathered her books.

“Like get something for eat?” he asked, in pidgin.

“Thanks, but I’ve got someone waiting at home.”

“Sure, that’s okay.”

“It’s my dog,” she said. “I have to get straight home or she’ll chew the wall down. It’s a long day for her with no food or company when I have class.”

“Sounds like you’re pretty tied down.” They walked down the hall.

“She’s like family, so I don’t mind,” Lei said. “Hey, did Mary say anything to you about missing class today? She’s always here.”

“No,” he said. They arrived at her truck and she hit the remote. The lights flashed as the door unlocked, and Lei couldn’t help smiling—it felt like the truck was greeting her.

“Like my new ride?” she said, turning to him.

“Wow.” Only his mouth smiled. “Nice.” He stroked the muscular curve of the wheel well with both hands.

“I needed something with more juice,” she said, slinging her book bag into the back. “I was sick of that granny car.”

“Good. Well, see you.” He walked away, and she stared after him. He’s not happy about the truck. Weird. Maybe he was jealous? Well, she was definitely not going out with him, she decided. She got in and fired up the truck, and then called Mary’s cell. It went immediately to voicemail.

“Mary. Where are you girl? Left me alone with Ray and he asked me out. It’s all your fault.” She shut the phone with a snap, but her smile faded.

She’d really been looking forward to seeing Mary after the day she’d had, she thought as she pulled into the driveway at home. She’d been deflated and tired as she went into her cubicle at the end of the interviews with Jeremy, around 3 p.m. Topping it off, on her desk had been a memo assigning her to “Mandatory Counseling Session Number 1 of 6” the next day at 2 p.m.. Stapled to the back were two fine invoices for the charges the Lieutenant had authorized from the debacle with Keiki.

The last thing she needed right now was to stir up the past with counseling—it was hard enough pretending she had her shit together without talking about it. She pulled into the garage, letting the sectioned panel rumble shut as she got out of the truck. Keiki did her happy greeting bark.

“Hey baby. I hope you have dinner ready, I’m starving,” she said to the dog, rubbing her ears through the chain link and stalling another moment. She hated what this guy was doing to her. She used to like picking up her mail.

Bracing herself, she went to the mailbox and opened it. There was nothing inside but a card, the kind that shows a package to pick up at the post office, with no indication of who the package was from.

Probably Aunty sending some poi rolls. She hoped.

Pono’s deep purple lifted Ford F-250 pulled into her driveway. He was on his cell phone, the stereo blasting Bob Marley’s
Buffalo Soldier.
She put her hands on her hips, trying to look annoyed as he hopped out of the cab in typical after-work garb, a pair of nylon athletic shorts and a University of Hawaii football jersey.

“Whatchu stay doing here?” Annoyance called for pidgin.

“Babysitting,” he said, snapping his phone shut. “Get used to it.”

She turned, unlocked the front door, stepped inside, and deactivated the alarm. Pono came in behind her. There was nothing on the floor. She frowned to hide her relief.

“I appreciate it, really, but this is crazy. You can’t come over every night.”

He ignored her, slipping past and going to the rear entrance where he unlocked the dog door. The big Rottweiler careened in, her toenails scrabbling. She barreled toward Pono, sitting at the last second, gazing at him in naked adoration. He squatted and patted her chest.

“Now this is a good dog,” he said. “Eat anyone today, girl?” Keiki moaned in ecstasy, rolling on her back so he could rub her tummy. Lei went to the fridge. It was still empty.

“Damn. I forgot to get some food.”

“No worries,” Pono said. “Tiare sent some ono grinds.” He went back out the front door and returned with tattooed arms wrapped around two bulging paper bags. He was unpacking various items as her cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Lei? It’s Roland.”

Mary’s boyfriend? He never called her. Lei stuck her finger in her ear to block the sound of crunching foil as Pono unwrapped steaming
laulau
. The savory smell of the seasoned pork wrapped in taro leaves filled the air, distracting her. She went into the living room.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“Do you know where Mary is?”

“No. Thought she’d be with you,” Lei said. “She wasn’t at class tonight.”

“I’m looking for her. I don’t know where she could be. She always calls me after class and she didn’t. I went to her place and she wasn’t there—no note or nothing.”

“Was anything disturbed?”

“No. Nothing. The door was locked.”

“Well like I said she wasn’t at class. So something must have come up before then.”

“Her captain—he told me call all her friends and family,” Roland said. She heard the rough edge of terror in his voice. “I know it’s too early to report her missing but I wanted to see if she was called in or something, and she wasn’t.”

“She’s probably hanging out with a friend.”

“She doesn’t have that many friends, and her family don’t know where she is. That’s not like Mary.”

“Then, you should call back and report her missing,” Lei said. “Have them put out a “Be On Look Out” over the radio. They can’t post it until she’s gone twenty-four hours, but I bet she’ll turn up, hung over and sorry.”

“I hope you’re right,” he said, and clicked off.

Lei went back into the kitchen, buying time to collect her thoughts. Her heart had picked up speed and her stomach knotted. She’d known it wasn’t like Mary to miss class and not call. She went to the cabinet and scooped dog chow into Keiki’s bowl from the big Tupperware bin, grinding open the can of wet dog food and smooshing it in. Keiki dove into the bowl of food as Lei sat down.

Pono had dished up, adding scoops of white rice and lomi lomi salmon with tomatoes to their Hawaiian feast. He cracked open a couple of the Miller Lites and pushed her plate toward her.

“What’s up?”

“You know Mary Gomes?”

“Yeah, went school with her.”

“She stay missing.”

“She used to be a party girl in high school.” Pono stirred the lau lau into the rice, scooped it up with his chopsticks. “She probably wen’ spend the night somewhere.” He sat back, took a swig of beer, rubbed his lip with his finger.

“Her boyfriend Roland says no. They are practically living together. He says she always calls, and she didn’t. She wasn’t at class tonight either.”

“Twenty-four hours haven’t passed.”

“I just have a bad feeling.” Lei pushed her plate away without taking a bite. She got up and paced the kitchen, opening cupboards.

“What you looking for?”

“Mary had a favorite club. She was always trying to get me to go there. I have their matchbook around here somewhere.” She rummaged through her junk drawer, held it up, a black square with bold red letters spelling out P
UNA
M
USIC
C
LUB
. “Feel like going out for a drink?”

“Only if you finish your dinner,” Pono said severely. “Tiare, she going be piss off if you no eat her food.”

“Okay,” Lei said, making herself take a bite. The lau lau were delicious, the lomi salmon salad tangy and tart, but her stomach hurt at the thought of Mary missing. What if the hair in the stalker note was hers? She tried to remember if the timeline could be right.

Someone knocked at the front door and Pono went to answer it, checking through the peephole before taking off the chain and deadbolt. Stevens came in, dropping his duffel beside the door.

Lei took her hand off the Glock in her shoulder holster. She wore it all all the time now, and hadn’t even realized she had been touching the pebbled black stock. She kept eating, struggling to hide the fizzing emotions she felt: frustration at Stevens’ presumption, relief that he was there.

“Hey bruddah,” Pono said, slapping him on the back. Stevens lurched forward. “You still in time for some grinds.”

“Nice,” Stevens said, sniffing the air. “Tiare send something?”

“She trying for fatten her up,” Pono said, indicating Lei with his head. He took a plate out of the cupboard and loaded it up for Stevens, set it down in front of him.

“Hey, Lei,” Stevens said, sitting down. She ignored him.

“Stubborn, you.” Pono said. “You should be saying thanks to us.”

“Tell Tiare thanks,” Lei replied. “You guys are exaggerating this thing. I can take care of myself.” Stevens put his head down and addressed his food, but Pono got back up and piled the dishes in the sink.

“You never know when for quit,” he grumbled. “Just shut up a’ready and let us look out for you.”

Lei leaned back, flipping the matchbook back and forth between her fingers.

“So, Stevens. Want to get a drink after this?” she asked.

“Not particularly,” he said. “And I told you not to call me that.”

“My friend Mary’s missing. She’s a patrol officer with Puna PD. Her boyfriend called earlier. He’s really worried. I thought we’d go look for her at her favorite bar in Puna, ask around.”

Stevens went into cop mode, asking about Roland, how long Mary had been missing, did she have any enemies. Pono packed up the rest of the food and put it into the fridge.

“I’m outta here,” he said. “Gotta get home to my girls now that Stevens can take you to Puna. See you tomorrow.”

“Thanks so much, Pono,” Lei said, getting up and giving him a hug, realizing she’d never hugged him before. He squeezed her tight, lifting her off the ground, and gave her wayward curls a tug.

“You like one sister to me,” he said. “Watch your back out there in Puna and let me know what’s happening.”

“I will.” She relocked the door, turning back to Stevens. “Okay. You done yet?”

“Chill,” he said, forking up another mouthful. His chopsticks were abandoned beside the plate. She picked them up, twiddling them between her fingers.

“You’ll never be a local until you get the hang of these.”

“Fine by me,” he said, finishing his dinner and taking a long drink from his water glass. She was struck by the powerful line of his throat, the light gilding the hairs on the back of his hand, the dark fan of lashes closed over those blue, blue eyes.

“What?” he asked, frowning at her. She started, dropping the chopsticks on the floor, and leaned over to pick them up, hoping to hide her blush.

“We need to get going. Hurry up.”

They got in Stevens’s unmarked police Bronco and rolled out of her neighborhood. He pointed to Tom Watanabe’s house on the corner. The black truck was parked in the driveway and the lights were on, blinds down.

“That Watanabe’s house?”

“Yeah.”

“Seen him around anymore?”

“No, but when I do he’s either working in his yard or washing one of his cars,” she said. “He’s a total neat freak.”

“He’s one to watch. He’s close enough to be the stalker without much effort.”

“I know.” Lei flipped down the visor. Her hair, always difficult, was particularly crazy as it had been a long day without any gel. She twisted it back behind her head and anchored it with a rubber band in a frizzy wad. She saw his grin out of the corner of her eye.

“What?”

“Your hair. It’s like . . . I don’t know. It’s like a pet or something.”

She couldn’t help laughing. “So frickin’ true,” she said. “But a gentleman wouldn’t say so.”

“Who said I was a gentleman?” he said with a wink. Lei looked out the window, a little rattled. They were on the road going out of town. Banks of high
pili
grass waved in the moonlight. It reminded her of the car chase after class. I hope I see him again, she thought, when I’m driving my truck.