By Peg Keeley
stood with his hand on the phone, receiver to his ear until it gave a
loud disconnect buzz. Very slowly, he hung it up. He sank down on the
edge of the couch where he sat for several minutes. Call back, Dad,
please call back. Say everything is all right. But the phone did not
ring. The small cottage suddenly seemed very large and frightening. I
wish I had a dog. Who do I call? He recalled what he'd been
told over and over at school. Picking up the receiver, he punched in 9-1-1.
picked up almost immediately. "911 Dispatch. May I have the nature
of your emergency?"
is Lonnie Williams." He suddenly felt very small.
softened as she realized she had a frightened child on the line. "What's
the matter, Lonnie?"
my Dad. He's in trouble."
He called me. I know he's in trouble. He needs me to call for help."
know." He was suddenly overwhelmed by panic and felt like he would
cry. "I-I think he's at work."
does he work?"
is there another adult with you?"
old are you, Son?"
I'm okay -- it's my dad."
can you tell me where you are?"
Sea Breeze Court. But it's my dad who needs the help," he insisted,
becoming frustrated that the lady did not seem to understand what he said.
Lonnie. I want you to wait there. Keep the door locked. I am going to
have a police officer come out to your house and help you. The officer
can help your dad." As she spoke, she punched a report into her computer:
"Well, okay." Is that right? How can the officer come here
and help Dad? What did Dad tell me to do?
want you to stay on the line with me until the police arrive."
to call Mr. Conner. Dad said to call Mr. Conner. It was like a secret
code. I should tell Mr. Conner not to come here! "I was supposed
to call Mr. Conner," he blurted.
is Mr. Conner?" she asked.
to hang up and call Mr. Conner."
stay on line with me," she repeated.
-- look, I know the police are coming and my door is already locked. I
gotta call Mr. Conner. Please don't be mad, okay? I've gotta go now."
He hung up before she could respond. He pulled open the small drawer by
the phone and snatched out the small leather directory, trying to scan
as quickly as his second grade reading level would allow for Max's name.
I hope the lady isn't mad at me. Will she put me in jail? Unable
to find Max's name, he punched in the one number he knew by heart, Steve's
private Five-0 line.
announced a masculine voice on the phone.
not recognizing the sound. "Is -- is Steve McGarrett there?"
was surprised first of all that a child was calling the private line and
second that he had asked for Steve. "No, he's not here right now.
Who is this?"
Williams. Is, um, Mr. Conner there?"
Gary stuck a French fry into his mouth. "Did you say Lonnie Williams?
uncertain how to proceed. "I need Mr. Conner," he repeated.
is Gary Newman. Can I help?"
supposed to give Mr. Conner a message," he mumbled.
four children of his own had learned the value of patience. "Lonnie,
is the message from your Dad?"
He suddenly felt close to tears again. "He said to tell Mr. Conner
they couldn't meet tonight. He said he'd run into an old friend. I --
I know something was wrong." The tears now did start to fall. "I
think he was in trouble. Please, can you help him?"
sun was setting as Clint Myer and Dan Williams walked across the University
campus. "Remember," Myer said softly as they walked, "do
anything--anything at all--and I'll go out taking some innocent people
raced to come up with a way to address Myer. "I know this is your
last point," he remarked. "Then what?"
Myer did not
answer, just looked straight ahead.
plan to die tonight, Clint?"
personal, Prof. I don't want to discuss this."
Why not? Perhaps you aren't that certain of your convictions. Are you
afraid I might talk you out of it? He challenged.
at him with a chuckle. "Nice try. I've been in your lectures, remember?
I know the routine. Forget it."
die when their leaders do, Myer. If you really want to see this cause
of yours go on, you can't die now."
don't understand anything!" Myer declared hotly. "It's not the
cause -- it's the sacrifice; to sacrifice what we hold dear."
around, displaying the gun. "You listen up. I will succeed with or
without you. You make me kill you here, I'll find somebody in there. No
with Myer in silence. He tried to focus on what Myer planned and how to
warn those they were about to encounter. Myer had always targeted bars
and restaurants. There wasn't anything on campus that would classify as
that. Eventually, Danny realized they were headed for the convention center.
There was a huge banner strung between two pillars welcoming the American
Association of Neurologists to their annual four-day seminar on recent
advances. Tonight they were having a banquet in the convention hall.
Myer and Danny
came through the double doors and Danny immediately started glancing around
for a way to warn someone. There were a lot of people milling about, chatting,
and waving half-finished drinks from the open bar. There were about forty
tables, each with four place settings, scattered in the main ballroom
with gleaming flatware and china on brilliant white table clothes. Many
of the members were already in their seats. Most of the rest were on their
on time," Myer remarked.
replay. He tried unsuccessfully to catch the eye of the maitre d'. He
knew that the university, although it fell inside the area Myer's map
indicated, had not fit the criteria and had not been alerted. Five-0 and
HPD would be concentrating on public places. Myer had been able to outfox
them again -- maybe. I cannot expect support. I need to do this one
through the crowd like he belonged there. Keeping one hand around Danny's
left elbow, the gun pressed to Danny's back through the jacket, Myer headed
for the podium at the front. He acted like he should be doing what he
was and no one stopped or questioned him. Crossing to the microphone he
spoke calmly into it. "May I have your attention please."
gradually died away and people gave curious looks.
it's time everyone. Everyone, please, take your seats." Most of the
guests complied, moving to the tables, sitting and looking at him expectantly.
The man who
obviously should have been in charge started forward. "See here,
who are you?"
down!" Myer shouted at him. "I'm providing your pre-dinner entertainment."
He pulled out the magnum pistol. The lights danced off its chrome surface.
gasps of shock and horror around the room.
do as you are told and no one gets hurt." He turned to Danny. "Take
off your tie."
never taking his eyes off Myer.
Myer set his
gaze on a young blonde woman in a silver evening gown. "You. Come
at her male companion, who was frozen in fear.
rose and came up on the platform.
his hands behind him."
took the tie from Danny's hands. Their eyes met just a moment before she
up!" Myer screamed.
to do as she was told, a small whimper escaping her lips.
Myer pulled a cloth bag from his pocket. "Take this from table to
table." The young woman stumbled off the stage, the bag in hand as
she timidly moved towards the first table. "Cash only folks."
Myer instructed. "Keep your checks and jewels. Pele demands only
pure gifts of sacrifice. It's the rich whites who had pillaged our islands
and destroyed the heritage. They must pay proper homage to Pele."
middle of the room, a doctor carefully pressed the on button to the cellular
phone on his hip and slipping it off its clip gently pressed 9-1-1 as
he, unnoticed, lay it on the table.
and Steve left the small grease-burger shop and headed for the car. "Well,
that's the last of them." Max consulted his list.
"I hope it isn't too long to wait. If a week or more goes by, we'll
have to come round to all these restaurants a second time to keep their
owners on their toes."
all these police overtime will get the Governor's office screaming in
no time, too," Max added.
to McGarrett," crackled the car phone. "Central to McGarrett."
he responded into the transmitter.
a 911 call. No one is speaking to the operator but there's a lot of background
noise. Sounds like your Pele's Child giving his speech," the dispatch
Max and Steve
both looked around at the peaceful block, then each other. "Well,
where is it originating from?" Steve demanded.
called is apparently using a cellular phone. We can't trace it to a source."
just great," Max moaned.
we know where they're not," Steve replied. "Dispatch activate
Pele Code One. Have uniformed officers sweep every eatery in the plotted
sector immediately. Tell them Pele's Child is striking at an unknown location.
Get me Gary Newman."
where are you?"
entering the staff parking lot at the University." He had, in fact,
just pulled up outside the Science building. "I'm following up on
a peculiar call from Lonnie Williams about Dan Williams being in some
kind of trouble."
know. Something about needing to miss a scheduled appointment with Max
and running into an old friend. He did manage to convey to the kid that
he was in trouble."
What did he mean? Did the boy get it right? Old friend? "Did
you have a meeting planned with Danno?"
puzzled. "No, we hadn't even talked since this morning."
trying to tell us something. Old friend -- Max, he's found Pele's Child!"
Steve was already throwing the map across the hood of the car. The west
end of the university campus lay within the boxed area of the Pele strike.
One of the two buildings was the convention center. "Gary, what's
at the convention center?"
it is, I'll bet Pele's Child is there. Get over there--and keep your head
to all units. Converge at the University of Hawaii convention center parking
lot. Pele Code Red, Code Red!"
As Max leapt
into the passenger side of the car he remarked. "What if we're wrong?"
raised an eyebrow. "We'd better not be."
stood screaming his propaganda against the volcanic thermal harnessing
project while he kept his eye on the woman nervously passing the bag between
the tables and his gun rammed against Danny's upper palate.
think of several plans of action, but all would increase the risk to the
convention goers. He could not speak to attempt to talk Myer out of his
actions. His fingers were picking away at the tie wound round his wrists.
Thankfully, the woman had not tied it tightly and Myer hadn't checked.
How much time is left? One minute? Two minutes?
his left fist at accent a remark and the gun barrel grated against the
roof of Danny's mouth. "Hurry up!" Myer shouted at the woman.
"You've less than a minute to go."
an unexpected motion to the left of the room and Gary Newman barged through
the fire door, crouched and gun drawn.
it, Mister!" he yelled at Myer.
not dismayed, but actually pleased. "Well," he responded calmly.
"I expected you sooner."
he was surprised at the response, did not soften his stance. "Put
the weapon down."
intend to," Myer replied quietly. "Do you think I can pull this
trigger before your bullet can strike me? Shall we find out?"
The knot in
the tie came free and Danny knew he could move his hands if he needed
to. With Gary present, the odds were better--for the civilians anyway.
The woman with the bag now stood still in the center of the room, the
moneybag dangling from her hands.
the bag!" Myer shouted.
still!" Gary barked, his gaze not leaving Myer. Sweat stood out on
his brow. "I'll shoot if I need to. Don't make me need to."
hear the mechanism within the magnum tightening. His own heart pounded
in fear. He tried to swallow his panic as he realized that there was no
way out. Death was moments away. Is there anything left I can try to
do? Any options at all?
was noise and commotion back towards the double doors and bulletproof
vested officers were pouring through the back. He spotted Steve and Max
a sigh. "The ultimate sacrifice for Pele is that of ourselves,"
he murmured quietly to Danny.
brought up his free hands, grabbing Myer's arms.
an explosive blast as the magnum discharged. People dove towards the floor.
As Danny collapsed, Gary's shot hit Myer in the shoulder, knocking him
backward. Myer, in the process of stumbling fired again, hitting Gary
in the abdomen, throwing him to top of a doctor on the floor. There was
a sudden hail of response as every officer in the hall fired on Myer.
End Part 3
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