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Authors: Joann Bassett

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“Well,
maybe he needs to update that website with a ‘no creeps allowed’ sign. You
know, a circle with a creep in it and a red slash across?”

I
tried to imagine what the symbol for ‘creep’ might look like, but she’d already
moved on.

“First,
I did his basic astrology chart. It turned out really strange. And then I laid
out his cards. He gave off a peculiar vibe and asked the weirdest questions.
I’d already done Nicole, and there wasn’t much there with her. She’s got a pale
yellow aura, and she had pretty typical cards. Keith’s aura started off blood
red, then turned dark—almost black. Look, I’m getting chicken skin just thinking
about it.” She leaned over and showed me her forearm.

 “You
think they’re incompatible?” I said.

“Can’t
say. But I found myself blabbing all kinds of fluff to her like ‘Loyalty may be
less valued by your loved ones than you’d prefer’ rather than coming right out
and saying, ‘This guy’s an
apuka
and he’ll cheat on you every chance he
gets.’ It wasn’t so much incompatibility I saw, it was deception. The guy was
totally phony.”

I
rolled that around in my mind. “Maybe Keith was just messing with you—you know,
to try and throw you off. See if you were for real.”

“Could
be. I get lied to a lot. But auras don’t lie, and that guy’s was freakazoid.
But, hey, I’m talking too much. My sessions are supposed to be confidential.”

“Well,
if it helps, I’ll let you in on a secret of my own. I’ll keep yours, you keep
mine.”

At
that point, there was a rap on the back door of the grocery store downstairs
and Farrah got up to peek out the window.

“Egg
man’s here,” she said. She went downstairs to let him in and I followed. The egg
man brought a few dozen organic brown eggs from his little chicken farm up in
Makawao every other day. Farrah paid him out of her cash drawer, and he
disappeared as quickly as he’d shown up.

“Sorry
about the interruption.”

“No
worries,” I said. “Anyway, here’s my
hush-hush
—I met a great guy
yesterday.”

She
widened her eyes. “You mean a boyfriend-type guy? What about Hatch? I thought
you two were going good.”

“Hatch
and I are, well, friends. It’s like this—he’s off work today but instead of
hanging out with me he’s going fishing with his buddies. So, whatever our
relationship is, it’s not that serious and it’s definitely not exclusive.”

“I
don’t know. Sounded pretty serious when I called your house that time and you
were making him breakfast.”

“Okay,
then I’ll cop to us being friends with benefits. But that weekend you called
was almost a month ago. Anyway, the new guy’s name is Ono Kingston. He’s the
captain of the catamaran we’re taking out for Keith and Nicole’s wedding.”

“Yeah,
speaking of that—it kind of steamed me they didn’t want me to perform their
ceremony. I’ll bet your ‘Captain Ono’ doesn’t even have a nice spiritual script
like mine.”

“Or
a lavender caftan,” I said. I pictured Farrah in her billowing wedding garb.
With her frizzy waist-length hair and ample bosom, she looked like a forest
fairy on steroids. “Well, don’t stress over it. I don’t think the bride and
groom and their forty friends will be listening very closely to the
ceremony—spiritual or not. With them it’s all about the photo op and the party
afterward.”

“Yeah,
well fine. So, tell me more about this Ono guy.”

“There’s
not that much to tell. He’s from the mainland. His wife died of cancer and he came
over here to get over it. He seems like a really nice guy.”

“And
he owns a big-ass fancy boat,” said Farrah.

“Actually,
no. He’s the captain. It’s owned by a person in Honolulu.”

“Okay,
remember me—your psychic pal? It doesn’t take a psychic to know when you hedge
around and say ‘a person’ you actually mean ‘a woman.’ So, what’s with that?”

I
shrugged.

“He’s
skippering his girlfriend’s boat? It’s not like you to be checking out guys who
are already taken. Kind of goes counter to being in the wedding business, don’t
you think?”

“You’re
the one who’s always nagging me about living like a nun. I thought you’d
congratulate me on noticing a good-looking guy.”

“Yeah
well, it sounds to me like he’s already been noticed. So cut your line and
throw ‘em back.”

Farrah
and I stood there, in the back of the store, staring each other down until the
phone on the back wall started to ring. Farrah waved it off, but it kept
on—five, six, seven, rings.

“Okay,
okay,” she said as she made her way over to pick it up. “Probably some tourist
wants to know if I carry the LA Times. I love to say ‘yeah sure’ and then
listen to the dead air when I tell ‘em it’s always yesterday’s edition.”  

She
picked up the receiver. “
Aloha
, Gadda da Vida Grocery.” She stared at
the ceiling as she listened. “Uh-huh. Yeah. Hang on.” She handed me the
handset. “It’s your live-in honey buns.”

“I’m
glad I found you,” said Steve after I’d said ‘hello’.’“Glen Wong’s here and he
says he’s not leaving until he talks to you.”

“Okay,
put him on.”

“He
wants to talk to you in person. He’s been here a while. When are you coming
home?”

“I’m
sure you’ve enjoyed playing the charming host to Detective Wong.” I winked at
Farrah. I was treading on shaky ground since Steve had told me in strictest
confidence he’d had a little crush on Glen Wong ever since they’d first met.
“Do you want me to take my time?”

My
indiscretion was greeted with an echoing silence.

“Okay,
sorry. Tell Wong I’ll be up there in ten minutes.” I considered making another
teasing remark, but let it go. I needed Steve to do the photo shoot for Nicole
and Keith, and besides, he’d never once blabbed about my many embarrassing
foibles. Anyway, not that I was aware of.

I
hung up and turned to Farrah.

“Sounds
like you’ve gotta go,” she said. “But before you leave, tell me what the police
said when you filed the missing person report.”  

I
briefly described my trip to the police station and how Wong had shrugged
Crystal’s disappearance off as a prank.  

“And
now Wong’s up at your house? Maybe he’s changed his mind.” She opened her cash
drawer and started sorting the coins in the till. “If you need back-up for your
story, I’d be happy to give him the four-one-one on that dude’s creepy aura.”


Mahalo
.
I’ll let you know how it goes.”

As
I turned right on Hali’imaile Road I saw a Maui Police Department blue and
white Crown Vic parked on the street in front of my house. I could feel the
beady eyes of my neighbors hidden behind drawn drapes or lowered bamboo shades.
No doubt they’d been keeping a constant vigil ever since the police car pulled
up.

I
parked in back and went in through the kitchen door as usual. I heard Glen Wong
and Steve in the living room. They were laughing. No loud guffaws or snorts,
just the kind of polite laugh people do when they’re talking story while
cooling their heels, waiting.

“Honey,
I’m home,” I sang as I pushed through the swinging door separating the kitchen
from the living room.

Steve
shot me a doleful look. I’d really worn the edge off that greeting, and he seemed
especially mortified I didn’t have the good sense to stifle myself when we had
official company.

“So
you are,” he said. “But it’s been way more than ten minutes.”

I
considered throwing him a
shaka
sign with the ‘Maui time’ excuse, but
figured he’d had my back on this one. No use pushing my luck.

“Sorry,
I got held up at Farrah’s store.”

Glen
frowned. ‘Held up’ probably isn’t the best phrase to use with a cop. He rose to
greet me, extending his hand. I shook it and he sat back down on the sofa. I
took the chair opposite.

“Ms.
Moon, I felt it necessary to come by and let you know how we’re proceeding with
the report you filed yesterday.”

Steve
took the cue. “You guys want anything to drink?”

In
unison, Wong and I said,
mahalo,
but no.

“Well,
I’ve got some paperwork to catch up on. I’ll see you guys later.” Steve nodded
to Wong and then went upstairs to his bedroom.

Wong
leaned in toward me. I expected him to start firing questions, but he remained
silent.

I
waited.

He
cleared his throat. If I didn’t know better, I might have taken the guy for
shy. It seemed he was working his way around to saying something embarrassing.

Finally
he spoke. “I reviewed this with my chief and we’re in agreement that this is
most probably a hoax. Simply a Halloween prank.”

“You
think a severed ponytail from a woman who’s been missing for almost three days
now is simply a prank?”

“Well,
the hair you brought in has yet to be positively identified as to ownership.
And, when we called the people you said were the woman’s friends they gave a
logical explanation for her whereabouts. But I need to complete my report to
close the file. You know, whenever a citizen contacts us we need to investigate
the concern. We can’t just ignore it.”

Seemed
to me that was exactly what he was doing, but I kept my mouth shut.

He
pulled a little notebook out of his shirt pocket and flipped through the pages
before settling on the one he wanted.

“The
hair was cut, not pulled from the scalp, so most likely the person wasn’t
harmed. Also, because we have no follicle from the hair it’s unlikely we’d be
able to gather much DNA.  But we wouldn’t order such a test anyway,
because it’s expensive and time-consuming and we have no reason to suspect a
chargeable crime has been committed.”

He
stopped and looked over at me as if expecting a rebuttal. I stayed silent.

“Anyway,
the people you named as acquaintances of the woman, a Keith Lewis and a Nicole
Johnson, each gave plausible reasons for the woman to have left the island.
Apparently, she’d changed her mind about being in the wedding party. Ms.
Johnson said there were issues about the bridesmaid dress. Wrong color or
something.”

 He
shot me a half-smile.

“She’s
missing,” I said, not giving him any time to start up again. “No one’s seen her
in three days now, and she’s contacted no one. Doesn’t that sound suspicious?”

“Not
really. As you know, Ms. Moon, visitors come and go with every plane in and out
of Kahului.”

 “I
know that,” I said.  “But have you checked with the airlines to see if
Crystal Wilson was aboard any of those outbound flights?”

“If
I thought there was any reason to check, I’d do it. But so far I’m not
convinced there’s a problem. We appreciate your concern, but we think it’s
unfounded.
Mahalo
for your time.” He snapped his notebook closed. “If
you think of anything I ought to know, please feel free to get in touch.” He
handed me yet another of his basic black and white business cards.

“If
you really want to hear what I think, here it is:  I’m stunned you’re taking
this so lightly. I’ve got a bad feeling that something horrible has happened to
this girl. When her family and friends from the mainland start calling and
asking questions, I’ll bet you’re going to be hard-pressed to convince them her
disappearance was just a case of her not wanting to wear an ugly dress.”

“You’re
entitled to your opinion, Ms. Moon. But I don’t think that’s going to happen.
You seem to revel in imagining various intrigues involving visitors. But this
one’s a non-starter. I’m advising you to heed the request of your wedding
clients and let this thing go. Get back to fussing over dresses and flowers and
leave the investigating to us.” He stood. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to
get going. I’ll let myself out.”

He
quietly pulled the front door closed behind him. I started counting. Sure
enough, I’d only gotten to eight when Steve bounded down the stairs.

“Glen
left so soon. Is everything okay?”

I
shook my head
no
but didn’t say anything.

Steve
crossed the room and pulled the bamboo window shade aside a few inches. He
peered down the street. 

Finally
I spoke. “Your pal Glen Wong thinks I’m paranoid, or a meddler, or maybe both.
In any case, he advised me the police aren’t going to be looking into Crystal
Wilson’s disappearance—now or ever.”

“Really?
I’m surprised. He seemed pretty agitated when he first showed up.”

“Probably
just the pitter-patter of his heart when he saw you here all alone.”

“Don’t
start.”

“Okay,
sorry,” I said. “I’m just kind of stunned he blew me off like that. He hasn’t
asked around at all. He’s completely convinced the chopped-off hair was just a
Halloween prank, and Crystal Wilson left Maui because she didn’t want to wear
the pukey-pink bridesmaid dress.”

“And
you think he’s wrong?” He let the window shade drop and turned to face me.

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