Dark Lava: Lei Crime Book 7 (Lei Crime Series) (4 page)

Stevens was barely done putting the case file with photos and notes together for Omura when his phone rang again. He picked it up automatically, still typing. “Lieutenant Stevens.”

“
Aloha, Michael. This is Wendy Watanabe from KHIN 2 News. How are you today?” The TV reporter’s voice was bright and cheery. She dressed and acted like a perky parakeet, he thought, until she got you where she wanted you—then she was pure tiger. He and Lei had learned the hard way to respect Watanabe’s skills at pursuing a story.

“
Lieutenant Stevens,” he said gruffly, correcting her overly familiar use of his name. Might as well establish a tone. He looked around to see whom he could dress down later for not running interference on the call, but the watch officer was away from his desk, which explained how she’d gotten through.

“
Okay. Lieutenant Stevens, then. That tells me you’re not happy about having me call to ask about the recent
heiau
desecration in Haiku?”

“
Ask your questions.” Stevens’s voice was cold. His modus operandi with reporters was to volunteer nothing unless he had to.

“
I’m taping you, for the record. Tell me about the destruction you found this morning at the
heiau
.”

“
I don’t hear a question there.”

“
All right, then.” Watanabe’s cheery tone was giving way to annoyance. “We have had a report that two petroglyphs were chiseled out of a sacred dance
heiau
on the Road to Hana. Can you confirm?”

Stevens shut his eyes, put his fin
ger and thumb against the bridge of his nose and squeezed. It was a matter of public record, anyway, but the news going out wasn’t going to allow them much time to get their special team in place, let alone follow up on any trace he’d collected this morning. Stevens softened his tone. “Listen. Wendy. Can you hold off on this story until the ten o’clock news at least? We’re trying to move fast and hard on this to protect the
heiaus
. If you run this right away, I’m concerned our leads will get leaked and the community will overreact.”

A long pause. Stevens could almost hear Watanabe
’s clever brain working. “Tit for tat,” the reporter said. “What can you give me to boost the story?”

“
Well,” Stevens hedged.

“
Seriously, Michael? You want me to sit on this without giving me something?”

“
Okay, I will.” He paused, drew a breath, and blew it out. “Another reason we’re concerned is that the job appears to be done by pros. That infers it’s connected to the Oahu cases.”

Watanabe snorted, a sound like a kitten sneezing. “
That’s obvious. Give me something more. Like a person of interest you’re looking for.”

“
Too soon for that, though I do have a nugget for you. Who gave you the tip about the
heiau
?”

“
I can’t reveal my sources.”

“
We’re at an impasse, then.” Stevens went back to hard.

“
Okay. I don’t have a name, but the call came in an older man’s voice. Rough pidgin.”

Okapa.

“Thanks. For that, and for holding off, here’s another reason we’re worried about press coverage inflaming the public—there’s a vigilante group forming to protect the
heiaus
. We’re worried that citizens taking the law into their own hands could backfire.” Stevens spoke carefully, aware he was being recorded and might well be quoted on TV.

“
That’s a good lead,” Watanabe said, her voice going perky again. “What’s the police response to a vigilante group?”

“
Island-wide, as a department, we hope to work with the citizens’ group to protect Maui’s most sacred places.”

“
Nice sound bite for tonight’s ten o’clock report,” Watanabe said, her tone acid.

“
Thanks for your cooperation with the Maui Police Department.” Stevens’s tone matched hers. He hung up.

An hour later, Stevens pulled his older Bronco up to the locked gate of his and Lei
’s little cottage in Haiku. Keiki, their Rottweiler, trotted back and forth in front of the gate, whining an eager greeting. He put the SUV in neutral and got out, opening the gate and giving Keiki an ear rub. “Eat anybody today, girl?” The dog licked his hand in answer, and he pointed to the porch. She turned and trotted up onto the worn wooden steps, turning to plunk her cropped behind on the top step and watching as he pulled the truck in and locked the gate behind it.

A hassle, to have the fence and gate, but they
’d been attacked in their home more than once. Making that a little harder was never a bad idea.

Stevens
’s energy was sapped by the long day: processing the evidence from the
heiau
(prints not in the system), departmental meeting in Kahului organizing the
heiau
protection task force, and a long conference call with Detective Marcus Kamuela and the other HPD staff on Oahu already working on the desecrations on their sister island.

As he came up the steps, the light inside the kitchen outlined the slender figure of his wi
fe. She was stirring something on the stove, her tousled curls gilded by the overhead light. The sight brought a draft of energy back into him.

He was usually the one home first, cooking. “
I’m marking this on the calendar,” Stevens said, walking across the room to take her in his arms from behind, rubbing his cheek on the crown of her head. “Lei Texeira cooking. I might have a heart attack.”

She elbowed him in the sternum even as she snuggled against him. “
I can work a can opener. Got some chili going. And cornbread. Aunty gave me the recipe over the phone.”

“
This I gotta taste.”

She pointed down. “
You’re still wearing your shoes. And your gun.” But she turned in his arms to kiss him, and that kiss promised more later.

Stevens went back to the front door, un
laced the lightweight hiking boots he wore for work. Sometimes, even after years in Hawaii, he forgot the customs that people here kept as a matter of course, like not wearing shoes in the house.

“
Did you get enough sleep?” he asked, unstrapping his shoulder holster while heading for the back bedroom. He hung his weapon, still holstered, from the headboard of their king-sized bed. Lei’s was slung across her side. Married law enforcement, sleeping under their guns. There was something endearing about it—or maybe he just liked being married. He went back into the kitchen.

“
I did get enough sleep. Technically.” Lei yawned, still stirring. “I’m sore, though. They worked us hard for a solid twenty-four hours.” She tapped the spoon on the side of the pan, then opened the oven. “This is just about ready.”

He cracked the top on a Longboard Lager and sat down at the little table. “
I hear you and Torufu didn’t win the competition.”

“
Who told you that?” She bent at the waist, looking at him over her shoulder. She looked unbelievably sexy with that ass, covered by a pair of worn jeans, pointed at him and a potholder in her hand. He tried to remember what he’d been saying.

“
Never mind.” He didn’t want to get into it now, ruin the mood. “What can I do to help get this food on the table?”

The chili was edible and the cornbread truly delicious, slathered in butter and kiawe honey from a local apiary.

“I could get to like this.” Stevens tilted his chair back on two legs, rolled the Longboard Lager bottle back and forth across his belly, eyes on his wife. He winked when he caught her eye. “Come here. I think you deserve a reward.”

Lei laughed as she cleared the table. “
I think
you
deserve the reward. This is the first time I’ve been home to make dinner since we got married.”

“
Yeah. And I mentioned I could get used to it.”

She plucked the bottle out of his fingers, set it on the table, and straddled him on the chair. He never got ti
red of looking at her triangular face. Her brown, tilted eyes were where her half-Japanese heritage showed, bracketed by level brows. Those freckles he loved and she hated, tiny cinnamon dots across her nose. A big lush mouth, full of sass and sensuality. Curling hair, a-frizz at the moment, a halo the color of fallen leaves around her well-shaped skull.

Stevens knew exactly what that skull looked like, from when she
’d shaved her head for a case. He didn’t know any woman but Lei who would do that.

Stevens c
ircled her lithe body with his arms, squeezing her hard, because he could never resist doing that, as if he could crush her close enough that they’d merge into one person. He buried his face in Lei’s neck and inhaled her scent, feeling his hunger intensify. Her hands stroked through his hair, slid along his shoulders as he held her even closer, and he heard her whisper, “I love you so much it scares me.”

“
I know. Me too.” His words were muffled against her skin, which tasted a little like salty coconut as he nibbled her neck. “Let’s go to bed.” He stood up with her in his arms and took her there.

He settled Lei on the bed, and when she reached up to undo his shirt, he caught her hands, stretching her arms above her head and holding her wrists in one of his.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered into the curls beside the curve of her ear. “Just feel everything.”

Lei smiled and shut her eyes obediently. She relaxed beneath him, her arms going soft. Her utter trust, something that had taken so long to win, brought a s
urge of powerful feeling flashing over him. He kissed that mouth, that luscious, expressive mouth, until it opened beneath his and gave up all its secrets.

He took her clothes off, lifting her shirt over her head but leaving it around her wrists, a mock re
straint, as he loosened her jeans and shimmied them off her long runner’s legs. He took a moment to enjoy looking at her body, trim and toned. The skin of her stomach was a subtle ivory the texture of silk, contrasting with her tanned arms and legs. Her small breasts were tender, pert rounds. That ass he adored was temporarily hidden, but knowing it was there, and that he’d get to it in due time, increased his desire.

She wasn
’t vain. She didn’t know how beautiful she was. It was one more thing he loved about her. He leaned over and licked the tiny bowl of her navel, and she giggled.

Lei. Giggling.

He wished he could stop time, trap this memory in amber so that he could take it out and savor it again later. He tickled her just a little, causing her to gasp, and he turned it to kisses and she sighed, all the while leaving her hands where he’d put them, her eyes shut.

“
You’re perfect,” he said, and watched her smile again, the smile of a child on Christmas morning, full of hope and excitement, her lips trembling a little as she made herself wait for him. For whatever he would do to her. That smile made him want to dive into her, cast aside control—but he had something more interesting in mind.

He tore his own clothing off in a few utilitarian gestures and l
ay down beside her. He used his lips and tongue and fingers to explore and awaken every inch of her body, beginning with the scars of old pain on her wrists, white lines that reminded him of lacy spiderwebs.

Her past. Her story. But not painful any longer
. Those scars were dear to him, because they were part of her. He kissed and laved them with his tongue, nibbled them with his teeth, and she moaned.

He wanted to make sure she
felt
how beautiful she was, in every way he could show her, with his hands and lips and body. It went on a good long while.

In the end, they fell together into the deep sleep that only follows ecstasy.

“
You told me to get you up for the ten o’clock news.” Lei shook him awake. “I hate to wake you for someone like Wendy Watanabe.”

“
I gotta see what she says about my case.” Stevens stood up from the bed, still naked, and Lei handed him the pair of old LAPD sweats he slept in. He sucked in his belly, conscious of her eyes on him as he pulled them on.

Lei gave him a little punch in the shoulder. “
Not bad, old man,” she said. “Think I’ll keep you.”

“
Hey. I can still wear you out.” He tried to smack her butt, but she darted ahead of him, laughing, into the living room, where Wendy Watanabe dominated the screen in a bright fuchsia suit.

Stevens sat on the couch, reaching for Lei and pulling her against his side as he focused on the diminutive reporter. “
Maui’s finest are hard at work on a case that looks like an extension of the looting that has plagued Oahu’s sacred places.”

Stevens frowned as they rolled clips of the looted Oahu sites, feeling his stomach churn at how extensive this case looked to be.