Shattered Palms (Lei Crime Series) (12 page)

“Did you get the wedding dress?” Marcella asked by way of greeting.

“
One last fitting. It’s going to be gorgeous, Marcella. I can’t believe you know me so well. I love what the designer came up with.”

“
I knew you would.” They confirmed a few more details, including what time Lei would pick her up from the airport the following day.

“
Can you have Ang put a watch or alert out on the Internet for someone looking for native Hawaiian birds? I think we might have a poaching order out for them, possibly originated in China.” She filled Marcella in on the little they knew about the poachers.

“
Sure,” her friend said. Just then Lei’s desk phone rang.

“
I gotta go. See you when I pick you up tomorrow.” Lei clicked off her cell phone and picked up the handset of the desk unit. “Lieutenant Texeira here.”

“
This is Sally Shu at nine-one-one operations. I had an anonymous tip that someone’s dead in Waikamoi Preserve. The caller left your name to contact.”

Lei
’s heart lurched and went into overdrive. Another body up there? That couldn’t be good. “Did you send officers to respond?”

“
No. Thought it could be a hoax, and since you’re on the murder case up there, I called to see if you could go directly instead.”

“
Any other information? Like where the body is located, general description?”

“
If I had any more information, I’d certainly give it to you, Lieutenant,” Shu said.

“
We’re on our way,” Lei said, already looking around for Pono.

Lei took her own truck
up Haleakala toward the preserve since, whatever the outcome of this errand, she needed to go to the airport at four p.m. to pick up her aunt and father. Weaving up the winding curves of the familiar two-lane road to the summit, Lei found her mind returning to the confrontation with Stevens in spite of the dreamy vista of green fields and majestic cumulous clouds. Even the grim errand she was on couldn’t keep her thoughts from returning to the painful words they’d exchanged yesterday evening.

She hoped Dr. Wilson called her back soon.

Lei slowed the silver Tacoma and pulled alongside the kiosk at the entrance of Haleakala National Park. She held her ID up to the ranger in olive drab at the window.

“
Official business. We have a report of a death in the Waikamoi area.” The K-9 unit was also en route, since they had no idea where to look for the body.

The ranger waved her through
, Pono following in his vehicle. They turned in to the Hosmer’s Grove trailhead area. Lei’s heart rate picked up as she pushed thoughts of Stevens and the wedding out of her mind to focus on the job.

The job. It was always there, life and death, when all else failed.

Lei and Pono bent over the Asian man in camouflage gear lying just off the boardwalk, close to where they’d found the other body. The dog hadn’t had a scent to follow, but when they reached the reserve area, Blue had let out a howl and towed his handler straight to the downed man.

The victim wasn’t dead after all.
Lei called for a helicopter ambulance as Pono tried to assess the man’s injuries. He appeared to be conscious, his eyelids fluttering, but did not respond to their questions. Protruding from his back was another arrow, this one striped with yellow banding.

“
Same MO, though the arrows are different.” Lei squatted beside the man, patting down his pockets. She took a sleek Smith and Wesson 9 mm pistol out of a molded holster on the man’s belt. Like the other poacher, he was wearing cargo pants with loaded pockets. She whipped an evidence bag out of her back pocket and dropped the weapon into it.

“
I’d like to elevate his feet,” Pono said. “He’s not bleeding too badly, but there’s no telling what that arrow has punctured.”

The arrow
had pierced the victim’s backpack too, penetrating through tough nylon layers before lodging itself in the man’s upper back. The backpack might well have saved his life. Remembering the birds on the other poacher’s belt, Lei carefully unzipped the netted top of the backpack—and sure enough, inside in a delicate mesh bag, were several brightly colored birds.

The birds
were still alive, Lei saw with relief, as she removed the bag from the backpack. She photographed them both in the bag and with Pono holding them before they released all three—two red ones with curved bills and a green one. “
I`iwi
is the red one and
`amakihi
is green,” Pono said, as the birds fluttered weakly into the trees.

“
Think they’ll be all right?” Lei asked, frowning. She could hear the percussive thrum of the helicopter arriving in the open landing area.

“
Can’t have been in the bag too long. As long as they get water soon, they should be okay.” Even as they watched, the birds began to hop around on the branches, then sip nectar from the red lehua blossoms of the tree they’d fluttered onto. Pono crunched off into the ferns to try to determine where the arrow had been fired from, the dog and his handler assisting by looking for scents.

Lei
helped stabilize the victim after emptying his pockets into evidence bags—she couldn’t wait to sort through the items she’d recovered, spotting a Chinese passport.

The man moaned and writhed in agony
, still not responding to questions, as the medical technicians lifted him facedown onto a pallet for transport. The arrow still protruded from his back, blood welling sluggishly around the entry site to soak his clothing and the backpack. The victim’s sturdy build required all five of them to assist in carrying him back up the trail to the helicopter. Lei handed the med techs a pair of handcuffs.

“
When he’s been treated, cuff him to the bed until we can get there. He’s under arrest.”

“
What for?” the tech asked, frowning as she took the cuffs.

“
Trespassing and poaching, to start with.” Lei wasn’t sure what else they could throw at him, but keeping the victim from escaping was an important first step.

Lei and Pono
hiked back toward the trucks, discussing what next. “Why don’t you check on Kingston’s whereabouts?” Lei asked her partner. “I’ll call Marcella about running this guy’s passport through Interpol.”

They worked
their phones, and by the time they got to her house, they were able to verify that Kingston was at his vacation rental (his landlady verified his whereabouts), and Marcella tracked the name Lei gave her to a Chinese national wanted for smuggling tiger parts and elephant tusks. She had no record on Xu Chang, murder victim.

“
Chang is probably an alias. I’ll help with processing for this guy Xiaoping, if he recovers from his wounds,” the FBI agent said. “How bad is he?”

“
We don’t know. The arrow wound wasn’t bleeding too badly, but he was pretty incoherent. On the other hand, I don’t think he spoke English.” Lei reached her truck and beeped it unlocked. “Did you hear anything from Ang about finding a ‘contract’ for native Hawaiian birds on the Internet?”

“
Not yet.”

“
Well, let me know of anything else that comes up on this guy. See you tomorrow. I can’t believe it’s so soon!” Lei clicked off.

“
Can you go check on our victim at the hospital? I’m just in time to pick up Aunty if I hurry,” she told Pono.

“
No problem. I’ll make sure he’s secure. Good to know we caught a bad guy, at least.”

“
Yeah. I just hope he makes it, so we can question him.”

As she drove down the mountain, Lei’s phone vibrated with a call from Dr. Wilson. Lei put her Bluetooth in and picked up for the petite blond psychologist.

“
Dr. Wilson! So glad you called me back!”

“
Lei. Always good to hear from you. Sounds like you and Stevens are having some last-minute jitters.”

“
Maybe that’s what it is. Did you get my invitation?”

“
I did, and I’m flying over with Bruce Ohale.” A pause. “Lei, are you trying to provoke something? Push Stevens away?”

“
Maybe. I don’t know.” Lei kept her eyes on the road, but one hand crept up to rub her medallion. “I just need some space because—I’m worried I’m pregnant.” She told the psychologist about the test and how she was handling it.

“
Okay. I need you to stay in adult mode now. Rely on the decisions that brought you this far—the happiness you two have made. Don’t listen to your emotions right now—they aren’t a reliable guide. You don’t have to have all the answers about being a parent and whether or not you are going to be a good wife. Heck, if any of us knew what life might hold, we’d all be too scared to leave our houses in the morning! Just stick to the course you’ve chosen. Remember the choices that brought you to this point and that the times you veered off that course out of fear didn’t end well.”

“
I wish you were right here,” Lei said, her voice small.

“
I wish I were, too. Consider yourself hugged,” Dr. Wilson said. “You can do it. Just put one foot in front of the other and say ‘I do.’”

Lei laughed.
“I will. Or, I do.”

“
There. See? Whatever happens, I’ll be there to support you. Also, I want to know what that pregnancy test says.”

“
Thanks, Dr. Wilson.”

Lei hung up, heartened. She wasn
’t to trust her emotions. This time, she liked that advice.

Her tall, curly-haired father
, Wayne Texeira, and his short, round sister, Rosario, were already waiting at the curb of the airport when Lei pulled up. A mountain of bungee-corded coolers, assorted boxes, and bags were mounded beside them. Lei leaped out, not sure who to grab first, and ending up in a three-cornered hug with both of them.

“
It’s so good to see you!” Lei exclaimed, kissing her father’s craggy cheek and hugging her aunt again. “I can’t believe you folks are really here and we’re really doing this!”

“
You stole the words right out of my mouth.” Aunty Rosario smiled, laugh lines bracketing brown eyes framed by mobile black brows. She was wearing her “traveling muumuu,” a denim garment embroidered with plumeria at the neckline, her thick hair escaping the braid she’d captured it in.

Lei opened the back door
of the extended cab for Aunty Rosario as Wayne began loading the mountain of foodstuffs and luggage into the back of the truck. Lei noticed more gray in Rosario’s hair and that her aunt had lost weight—the muumuu was loose, and Rosario’s shiny brown complexion was ashy. Lei remembered her aunt had said she was having medical tests, and her chest tightened with worry.

“
Tiare has done some trading and found you guys a vacation rental for the week with two refrigerators and a big freezer, so let’s go straight there and get the food put away,” Lei said as they settled into the truck. Lei twisted to look at her aunt in the backseat, and winced, putting a hand to her injured ribs.

“
What’s happened to you now?” Wayne asked, a furrow between his deep-set eyes.

“
Took a tumble into a gulch. Just a few bruises,” Lei said. “It’s much better already.”

“
So do you know where you’re going on the honeymoon?” Rosario asked as Lei pulled away from the curb and merged into traffic.

“
No. That maddening man is keeping it a surprise. And you know how I like surprises.”

“
Not at all,” Wayne said. “Even when you were a little girl, you always wanted to know what was coming.”

“
Good survival instinct,” Lei said. The brief phrase summarized a world of hurt.

Wayne reached over and
squeezed her shoulder. “It’s time you learned surprises can be fun.”

Lei just smiled, afraid the telltale prickling in her eyes would turn to tears. The wedding was makin
g her way too emotional. They chatted, eventually pulling up at a sprawling Asian-style estate in Haiku on a bluff overlooking the ocean. Lei got out of the truck first, turning to survey the lush vista, the ocean sparkling cobalt off the end of the velvety bluff. “How did Tiare swing this?”

“
You didn’t see it before?” Aunty asked, getting out of the truck, carrying her capacious purse.

“
No. She just told me she’d worked something out with the caretaker.”

“
What a great place. You’ve obviously got friends who’ve got friends.” Wayne went around to the back of the truck to get the food and supplies. They each took a load and carried the items into the gorgeous teak-floored mansion. Once the truck was unloaded, Wayne surveyed the huge steel refrigerators, a gleam in his eye. “Rosario, take Lei for a walk. I want to unpack this.”