When the Stars Begin to Fall
By Peg Keeley
Steve used the services of an interrogation room of HPD to address Kato.
The room would be intimidating, cold, and might make the boy come clean
right off the bat. He was surprised to recognize him as one of the young
people who had been with Mali Kanea at the House of Flowers. "Akia,
have you been advised of your rights?"
Kato was sitting straight up in the chair, trying to look like an honest,
clean citizen. "Yes, sir," he answered a little too quickly.
"I told the officer yesterday. Someone hit my car. I don't know what
this is about."
"Where were you this past Monday night?" Steve asked glancing
at Kono who stood quietly by at the doorway.
"I took some friends to the House of Flowers. Mali, my friend, she
"And what time did you leave there?"
Kato shuffled his feet. "About 10 o'clock, I think. Yeah, Mali wanted
to go give her boyfriend the good news about the mainland agent. She was
Steve had already known when they left. So far, the boy was telling the
truth. "Where did you go?"
"The University. We were looking for Danno, that's her boyfriend."
"You left the club and drove to the University. You were there how
"We were there till just after midnight. College guys have a 1 AM
"I took Mali and Leah home. Leah had to work the next day. You can
ask Mali and Leah."
"I will," he assured Kato.
"And Leah's parents, they'll tell you what time I brought her home."
"Aika, the time I am most interested in was around 10:45. Where were
He stammered slightly. "We were at the University looking for Danno."
"I imagine we can talk to him, too?"
"Well," he hesitated, "yeah, sure. Dan Williams, he's a
Williams again? That kid keeps turning up. "And he will verify you
were on campus?" Steve repeated.
"Yeah," Kato nodded.
"Akia, I want you to know that there is no doubt that your vehicle
was involved in a road accident that occurred on Pali Highway Monday evening
at 10:48 PM. No doubt. The car was there. How do you explain that?"
He looked mystified and shrugged, raised his hands. "I don't know."
"Three people died in that accident."
Kato's eyes grew round and he paled. "What?"
"And naval officer, his wife, and driver were killed. This isn't
a simple drunk driving issue. We are talking about hit and run. Death
by auto. Murder charges."
"Murder!" Kato was suddenly filled with dread.
"Confess right now and it will go easier."
Is he fooling me? Can this be a bluff? He doesn't look like the kind
to bluff. If I confess, it's over forever. I didn't mean to hit that car.
I didn't know. I thought I just bumped it. I guess I'd been drinking a
lot. I can't even remember what happened. They won't care. They'll put
me in jail for life. If I keep saying I didn't do it and can get Danno
to agree, I don't think they can touch me. "I wasn't there, Mr.
McGarrett. Really, you gotta believe me."
Steve turned away, glancing towards Kono. "Book him. Hit and run,
death by auto, three counts of murder in the first degree."
Kono nodded and tapped Kato's shoulder. "Come on, kid."
"No! Wait!" he pleaded. "It's a mistake. I didn't do anything!
Maybe someone took my car!"
"How could that be? You claimed you were in that car on campus at
10:45," Steve replied.
Kato waved his hands over his head in confusion. "I don't know!"
Steve sighed calmly. "Son, do you want to change your story? Now
is the time."
Kato gulped once, trying to think of a way out. "Please, you gotta
Have to hand it to him, he is persistent anyway. Caught red handed
and he holds to the lie. "Okay, Kono, book him." Steve shook
his head as Kono and Kato left the room. What a waste. Well, at least
we can tie up one of our cases. If I can put the boy in the car, Che can
put the car at the scene. He stepped out of the room, headed towards the
exit when the city desk officer waved a home.
"McGarrett, phone call."
He again accepted the receiver. "McGarrett."
It was Chin, standing in the vacant house that had once housed the Hastings.
"Steve, you'd better come out here..."
It was hard to believe that someone could have cleared out so quickly.
Furniture, clothing, dishes, even the dog had vanished from the Hastings
home. Steve walked through the empty house, stopping to run his finger
along a windowsill. They had even taken the time to dust.
"They are professionals at getting out in a hurry," he remarked.
Chin nodded. "Professional. No local mover was hired -- I checked."
Che stepped inside the door, a thin metal rod in his hand with a spent
casing on it. "Found this in the front yard. .38. We're collecting
foliage samples. Looks like the girl was shot outside the house."
He slipped the brass casing into a small paper envelope.
Steve ground his teeth as he walked through the empty house again. "Why
did they clear out? What spooked them?" He glared at the repaired
wall in the bedroom. What secret does that hold? Was it a fit of rage,
or was something hidden in there that was removed? What was it? "Chin,
I have an appointment to keep with Marten Camp. Find this Bart Polski.
We know what he looks like. We have an address. Get a warrant to check
out his place. Be careful, he is not to know we're on to him and I don't
want him picked up. When you find him, just tail him. And be careful about
it. My guess is he's in the spy business, too."
The golf course seemed like a nice public place to meet Marten Camp, but
it was Saturday and the public course was crammed with players. Steve
and Camp moved off towards the clubhouse instead which was fine with Steve.
He didn't think he could concentrate on his game anyway.
"Been along time, Steve," Camp said as they shook hands. "Let's
see. Was it Guam six -- no seven years ago."
"That long already?" Steve commented, tolerating the small talk.
"Those were the days, huh? We were brilliant. You did a fine job
identifying the German rocket man. We slipped him out right under the
Russians noses." He chuckled. "I'll never forget the look on
Vlademer's face." He slipped his ice water. Like Steve, Marten did
not drink. He glanced at Steve. "So, what is it? I know you want
"Who?" Camp blinked in mock innocence.
"Please, Marten, do me the honor of cutting the games. Hastings'
daughter was murdered. It's my duty to find out by whom."
Marten ran a finger around the edge of his glass. "It is unfortunate
that the state of Hawaii decided to start it's special unit right now
-- and that they picked you of all people to run it. I'd have never guessed
you to bail out of the Navy."
Steve waited silently, not allowing the subject to change.
"I read about the girl's murder. I never knew her of course. Sad
thing, a sad thing." Marten straightened and looked Steve in the
eye. "What does this have to do with me?"
"Hastings is your man."
"I have no Hastings."
So we're going to play games. "Fine, her father is your man.
What is he into that could get her killed?"
Marten's expression tightened. "I don't have a Hastings."
Steve anger was starting to build. "I've been to the publisher, I've
been to the house. I know that signs of your people when I see them."
He threw the picture of Bart Polski on the table. "And this guy's
in it, too."
Camp eyed the photo.
He did not know that. He knew the rest, but not about Polski.
"Steve, I know you need to make an impression -- just starting out
and all. Remember, your purpose is to see justice served. It shall be."
He's telling me that I'm right. But he's also saying that now they
have the face, the CIA will take care of this. Do I want it that way?
Camp rose from the table. "Sorry I could not be more help, Steve."
He forced a smile. "Stay in touch, okay?"
Danny walked into the locker room to collect his things. The locker room
had the perpetual odor of unwashed clothing and sweat. It was kind of
sad to think of the ball season as over. A week ago the team had been
discussing their playoff possibilities. Can't win them all. He
opened his locker and took out his cleats and glove. Slipping the glove
over his left hand, he tapped the pocket with his right fist a few times.
There's always next year. The door opened and he turned, expecting
to see coach.
It wasn't. Two Hawaiian youths, both in their early twenties came into
the locker room.
Danny recognized them right away. Paki Onia and Ted Karakeona were small
time bullies for hire. "What do you want?" Danny demanded, hands
on hips not showing any of his inward apprehension.
The bigger one, Paki, grinned. "I was lookin' for you. I was told
you might be here."
"Well," he shrugged. "Here I am."
"Kato Akia," he explained. "I was told you might need some
convincing to talk up for him."
Danny frowned. "I haven't been questioned about this by the police."
"You will be. You need to say Kato was with you Monday night, you
"I don't know where Kato was or what Kato did. I didn't see him."
He scowled. I can't see Kato hiring these guys, that just isn't like him.
"Who put you up to this, it wasn't Kato."
Paki stepped closer. "He didn't have to. He's cousin to me. Kato
says you like a bruddah. Mali says you are aikane to her. You gonna turn
your back on your friends?"
"I'm not turning my back, but I can't say I know what I don't know
Ted pushed him backward with one hand. "You like all dem other haoles.
Mali say dere Hawaiian blood in you. But you gonna sell out your own."
He picked up one of the cleats. "You wanna think about this again?"
Danny frowned. "Look, don't start something here. I can't offer Kato
much help cause I wasn't there."
Ted suddenly slammed Danny in the right side of the face with the shoe.
Danny stumbled one step backward, but straightened, keeping eye contact
on the bullies. Three of the metal cleats in the sole of the shoe had
cut him leaving three small lacerations; one horizontal just above his
eyebrow, two vertical on the right cheek. Bruises began to puff around
Paki had picked up a baseball bat and held it lightly in one hand, tapping
it gently against the palm of the other. "Kato ain't goin' to jail,
haole. You gonna spring him out. You gonna talk to dem cops and tell 'em
he was with you. You got that?"
"They can prove he wasn't with me! I was in the library and there
were people who saw me down there. They'll know he wasn't there,"
Danny tried to explain as Paki advanced.
Paki rammed the head of the bat into Danny's stomach with all his might.
Unable to conceal this pain, Danny fell to his knees, doubled over, gasping.
Arms wrapped protectively around his torso, he slowly bowed over, forehead
touching the cool tile flooring.
Paki bent over him, leaning on the bat like a cane, face close to Danny's.
"You listen good, little haole. You gonna do just as I say or next
time I come back I'll shove this bat so far up your ass, you'll use it
for a toothpick. You got that?"
Still gasping in pain, Danny glanced sideways towards the bat. In a sudden
act of rage, his left hand grabbed hold of the bat and yanked it out from
under Paki. Trying to regain his footing, Paki stumbled. "So you
wanna play ball, huh?" Danny snarled, now controlling the bat and
slammed it upward against Paki's groin. The Hawaiian gave a howl of pain
grabbing his privates and fell to the floor. Ted jumped forward, but Danny
rolled away under a bench for cover, then, ignoring his own pain, jumped
to his feet taking a wild swing at Ted. The bat crashed against the locker
doors, bending metal. Ted, his partner still moaning on the floor, now
retreated at the sudden shift of events, but against the lockers, had
nowhere to go. Danny jabbed the end of the bat into Ted's face with controlled
force calculated to inflict injury but not maim. Blood gushed from Ted's
nose. The next blow of the bat caught Ted in the ribs and, cursing, he
bent in response. As he did, Danny hit him in the right kneecap with the
bat. Now pleading for mercy, Ted staggered backward, tripped over Paki
and fell against the bench, banging his head. Paki made an effort to rise
and Danny kicked him in the chest, crashing him back to the floor. Turning
his attention back towards Ted, Danny struck the bench beside the Hawaiian's
head with such force that the impact splinted the bat, sending pieces
scattering across the room.
"Now, you listen to me," Danny uttered hotly, the broken point
just inches from the would-be assailant's face. "Don't you ever threaten
me again -- ever, you got that? And next time you come in here trying
to muscle me, you'd better be ready to kill me. Take this piece of crap,"
he kicked Paki's leg, "and get the hell out of here."
Ted pulled Paki to his feet and they scrambled back out of the door.
Danny, alone at last, allowed himself the luxury of sinking down onto
the bench and giving in to the pain. He let the broken bat clatter to
the floor as he leaned forward, arms around himself waiting for the pain
Steve burst through the door into HPD to be met at the door by Chin. He'd
had trouble finding a parking place and eventually had abandoned the car
in a no parking zone. "Well?"
"I left him in the interrogation room," Chin said, his professional
face masking his feelings.
"I should have had you pick him up earlier," Steve commented
regretfully as he strode down the hallway, Chin almost at a run behind
him. "Is he all right?"
"Did he say anything?"
He shook his head.
As Steve opened the door, Dan Williams looked up from where he sat near
the table. The small lacerations, each contained three small knots of
stitches that had been carefully sewn and the blackening bruises were
obvious. "What happened to you?" Steve demanded.
"I fell down," he said wryly, looking away.
"Quite a fall." Steve took a chair on the other side of the
table, and Chin one closer to Danny. "Your coach says someone wrecked
up the locker room. You know anything about that?"
He stared at the table. "I don't remember."
"Do you remember getting cleated?"
"Lots of people get cleated in baseball. Pretty common accident,"
"Amongst second and third basemen," Steve remarked. "Aren't
you a pitcher?" Tense silence settled over the room as Steve waited,
hoping Williams would say something. "Who was it?"
"A couple of punks," he replied, still not looking at McGarrett.
"What did they want?"
This time he looked up. "My autograph."
McGarrett bent close. "Look, I'm not here so you can play cute with
me. Now whoever this was just beat the crap out of you. Next time you
may not be so lucky."
"You should see the other guys. And they won't be back," Danny
replied with conviction. "At least I know what they wanted. What
do you want?"
McGarrett leveled an icy steel gaze on him. He's got guts. "I
can tell you the lab results have shown us that there is no way you could
have killed Natalie Hastings."
He's telling me what I already knew. Yet, it is a relief. Which fear
is worse? The fear of being guilty and found out or the fear of being
innocent and convicted? How many times have I seen the faces of victims
and criminals in the news and never considered their experience. What
a horrific responsibility to determine who is at fault. How does a law
enforcer live with being wrong? He was aware that McGarrett had said
something he'd missed. Danny looked up at him, cheeks flushing. "What?"
"I said your troubles aren't over," Steve said quietly. "Do
you know Kato Akia?"
"Did you see him Monday night?"
Here it is. Yes or no. Kato is my friend, Mali begged me. Mali! Kato!
"I can't remember," he mumbled.
McGarrett sighed. "You can't really expect to get away with that
for an answer." He turned to his brief case and pulled out a few
black and white 8 x 10 glossies. He slid one across the table. "Lieutenant
Don Miller. Age 24. Single. Served as aide to Commodore Reg Palmer, age
56." He slid the second. "Palmer was married. Three children,
Danny glanced at the grizzly photos of the two dead men.
"Miller died when the steering wheel sheered off and the steering
column impaled his chest. Palmer's skull was crushed, as you can see.
They both died almost instantly. They probably had a few seconds to contemplate
their fate, eternity, God, whatever they believed in as the car left the
road and became airborne." McGarrett slid over the picture of Marsha
Palmer. "Marsha Palmer, age 54, wife to Commodore Palmer."
The dead woman in the photo was not tactfully covered by the sheet as
she had been when McGarrett was at the scene. She lay on her stomach,
head to one side, mouth open, dead fingers dripping the loose earth of
the embankment, dead eyes staring right into the camera. The color left
"She lived a while," Steve explained. "There was time,
maybe as long as an hour, for her to lie on the ground in agony, claw
her way out of the car and attempt to find help. What did she think about,
Williams? What did she pray? Did she see her husband crushed beside her?
Did she feel the life slipping away from her? Did she know that if the
person who hit their car had stayed she would have lived?" He stopped
talking, allowing silence to do its work. At last he added. "Are
you ready to tell me what you can about Monday night now?"
Danny slowly lowered his head, one hand to his face.
Kono knocked once on the apartment door;
there was no response. He had not expected one. Polski had been identified
and was now being loosely tailed by an HPD detective. Hopefully, there
would be no surprises. He motioned the manager and the elderly man unlocked
the door. Kono with three uniformed officers announced their presence
again, then entered. The apartment was modest, neat, and recently occupied.
There was a half-empty coffee cup in the sink. The refrigerator still
contained leftovers. It took only seconds for an officer to return with
a navy blue London Fog jacket -- missing a button. Just as the officer
brought it out, Kono examined the note pad beside the telephone. Picking
it up, he held to at an angle to the light.
This is an old trick, but it still works, he decided placing the
pad down and gently scratching back and forth with a pencil. An officer
looked over his shoulder as the writing became visible. "A phone
number," he commented.
Kono glanced back at him. "Yeah." He copied it into his pad
and placed the pencil-covered sheet carefully into an evidence box. "Get
down to the phone company and trace this number."
Without argument, the officer left to do as instructed.
Kono continued his examination of the apartment. Eventually, his search
took him to the bath. He looked in the obvious closets, in the toilet
tank, then noticed several tiles were loose behind the tub. Using his
penknife to carefully pry away the loose mortar, he lifted out two porcelain
tiles. He stopped and stared, uncertain of what he was seeing. The small
metal box seemed innocent, but there was no telling what was inside. It
appeared to be about the size of a stick over butter. There was no exterior
wires so he doubted it could be a bomb. It had been hidden here intentionally.
He remembered the recently repaired wall at the Hastings'.
Within ten minutes, McGarrett stood in
the bath with Kono peering into the small hole examining the box.
"You want the bomb squad, Boss?" Kono asked.
He shook his head. "Do we know where Polski is? I don't want him
showing up in the middle of the investigation."
"He was spotted going into a movie house," Kono replied. "Seems
to be still there."
McGarrett frowned, knowing that movie theatres were favorite spots of
spies to meet, being both dark and public, and they often offered several
exits. "Get Che on the phone. Then set about closing this up. Leave
the place just as you found it." If Polski is anything but a novice,
he's going to know someone was here, but he doesn't have to know who.
Moments later, he was connected by phone to Che Fong. "Che, I need
you create a strip of microfilm about two inches long with a set of dummy,
though convincing, missile plans on it
.I need it right now."
Wo Fat strolled thoughtfully back and forth along the lanai of the large
estate. In one hand he held two small iron balls that were about the size
of golf balls. As he rotated the Health Balls repeatedly between his fingers
they issued an almost inaudible musical jangle. These are a small piece
of the ancient ways of China. They bring peace to me. Most certainly not
all of the old ways were wrong. Such heresy could be dangerous! Yet, I
keep the balls as a memento of a more peaceful age, an age I hardly recall
any longer. He forced himself to return his thoughts to the issues
and the man before him. These arrogant westerners believe the world
is theirs for the taking. They assume too much of themselves and underestimate
their opponents. This is to our benefit. At last he turned to face
the man known as Roger Hastings.
Roger was trying to conceal his fear. He knew the power and reputation
of the man who stood before him. Outgunned, outnumbered, and apparently
with no cards to play, Hastings knew he would have to think quickly to
survive this day. He paused to rub the splinter of wood out of his hand
from the redwood lawn chair on which he sat.
"Well, Mr. Hastings, what shall we do?" Wo asked bluntly. "You
failed to meet my terms. It is unforgivable that you placed your child
-- your daughter in such a situation."
"Natalie was never part of this," Hastings snapped. "Your
business was with me and my wife, never her. I did not bring her in."
Wo sighed and rolled the jingling balls between his fingers. "Your
dear wife proved to be -- unreliable. I had faith you would be a man of
"I am a man of integrity," he snapped through his teeth. "And
I will never sell out my country on the story of the likes of you."
"Man of integrity -- and of honor." He gave a nod. "Admirable,
but inconvenient." A glimmer of tolerant anger kindled in Wo's dark
eyes. " You knew what I wanted, I had been very clear, yet instead
of doing as I requested, you took your wife and fled."
"We did not flee."
"You left the Island."
"But we did not flee," Roger insisted. "I needed time alone
with her to sort out all of this."
"Come, Mr. Hastings - or shall I say - Mr. Franks, you did not take
your wife on holiday. You went to a facility operated by American Intelligence."
"I needed to find out who had done this to her!" he nearly shouted.
"That is not of importance to me. The microfilm is all that matters.
I gave you specific orders that I wanted it. You knew the danger of failure."
"Danger! It was my cooperation you wanted! Would you believe me without
proof? I was trying to find out who had brainwashed my wife. You murdered
my daughter!" Hastings nearly leapt from the chair with rage.
"Did I?" Wo said quietly lifting his eyebrows. "I provided
merely an opportunity. Your deadline passed. I needed the missile plans.
I needed to resort to - other methods. Certainly you were aware of Mr.
"I never saw him. The little bastard never came around when I was
"Had you heeded my word that would not have mattered," Wo snapped.
"He would merely have drifted into, then out of your lovely child's
life as just another boy friend. He was my insurance and you made him
"Well this is all academic. You've got what you wanted, so what now?"
Wo Fat scowled. "I cannot afford not to make an example of a person
who spurns me. And I do not know when you might decide to --" he
paused looking for the term, "--spill the beans to your superiors."
Roger licked his lips nervously. "How could I possibly do that without
it sounding like treason?"
Wo Fat brought his hands together, an open calm expression on his face
that masked the deep mind that never rested from strategy. "Ah, but
the Americans have an odd tradition of amnesty. One never knows when they
may choose to employ it. You are a loose end that must be tied up."
Hastings gave a nervous grin. "Then what's your angle, Wo Fat. If
that's true, why are we sitting here talking about it? Why haven't you
just killed me?"
"Because, Sir," Wo said in a gentle way, "you are already
Hastings smile froze on his face in an uncertain way. Is this some
kind of a joke?
"You pricked your hand on the chair a moment ago, did you not?"
Hastings stared at his hand.
Wo glanced at his watch. "Have no fear. It is painless. And I will
express my condolences to your dear wife when I see her."
Steve glanced at his watch as he entered the Five-0 office. Nearly
six o'clock. I was supposed to meet Diane for dinner. No way I'll be gone
from here any time soon. Regretfully, he picked up the telephone receiver.
She answered on the second ring. The disappointment was obvious in her
voice, but she was graceful about the cancellation. She was too good
a person for me anyway. I will never commit to a woman because if I do,
I will be less than committed to my responsibility. He gazed at the
telephone wondering why it needed to be that way. Maybe I should just
leave, call her back. It is Saturday, after all. Everyone is deserving
of some time off. When this is over, then I'll consider it.
Chin came to the doorway. "Steve, the kids are over in the conference
He nodded and rose, his mind once again filled by the urgency of the moment.
The door to the conference room burst open and Mali blew in followed by
Kato, then Leah. Mali spotted Danny sitting near the table instantly and
raced towards him. "My God, Danno! I'm glad you're here! I can't
believe it! This cop came and said they want to talk to us. You told 'em
right?" She stopped short, seeing the bruises and stitches. "My
God, what happened?"
He glanced at Kato with a look that said, Do you really want me to
tell her? "Nothing," he replied solemnly.
Kato glanced quickly around the conference room. Satisfied that there
were no two way mirrors and that this was a meeting room, not an interrogation
room that might be bugged, he gained confidence and his anger grew. "They
already accusing me of that car thing. You didn't tell 'em I was with
you, did you. "
"I couldn't," he answered. "It would be too easy for them
to prove otherwise. Look, Kato, just tell the truth. They know your car
"It's all circumstantial, Danny, I asked a guy who knows a lawyer."
"A guy who knows a lawyer?" Danny gave a smirk and shook his
Mali put a hand on her hip, her momentary concern over Danny already replaced
by her own interests. "It's not too late, Danny. You've gotta do
"I do? What should I do, Mali?" he asked flatly.
"Tell them you saw Kato."
"I don't know where he was."
"We were driving," she blurted. "Just driving."
"And were you drunk?" Danny demanded of Kato.
He threw his hands up. "I'd had a few beers. I was fine. You gonna
take Mali and Leah down, Danny? You gonna save us or no?"
"Do you even remember where you were? Or were you so drunk you don't
have any idea what happened?" he challenged.
"We were at the House of Flowers. Mali got done singing -- by the
way you never showed up. You didn't even come to support her. There was
a big scout there that night. You let her down; you're letting me down.
You're just like all them other haoles. Ready to get us out of your way
and plow under our homeland for your big skyscrapers!" Kato shouted.
"Oh, spare me," Danny remarked, rising from the chair and coming
close to Kato. He said more quietly, "Changing the subject won't
change the facts."
"You're right," Kato agreed more quietly. "The fact is
you're gonna screw me and Mali and Leah. We're all going to jail. You
wanna live with that on your conscience?"
"Conscience?" he murmured. "What right do you have to talk
about conscience? Do you have any idea what happened to those people
in that car?"
Kato licked his lips nervously. "I can't bring 'em back, Danno. If
I could, I would."
"What's he talkin' about, Kato?" Leah asked. "What people?"
Danny and Kato glared at each other in silence before Kato looked away.
"Kato?" Leah insisted. "Danny?"
Without taking his gaze off of Kato Danny said softly, "A man, his
wife, and driver all died."
Leah uttered a little gasp and there was total silence in the room for
several minutes. "Did you know this, Kato?" she finally asked.
"Not until today," he replied. "It was all a big mistake,
Leah. I thought I just bumped 'em, you know? I just wanted to get away
before they found out I didn't have insurance. I didn't even know what
happened to the car. I didn't mean for all this. You know me! I'd never
just leave somebody if I knew they were hurt!" He was looking at
Leah now who turned away from him, tears in her eyes.
"Now look what you've done, Danno," Mali snapped, undaunted
by the new facts. "You've made Leah cry!"
He opened his mouth, then shut it in fury and frustration.
The door to the room opened and Steve entered, flanked by Chin. "Mr.
Akia, Miss Kanea, Miss Oaluma, you are to go with the officers in the
hall. There will a public defender to take statements and provide counsel
within the hour."
"There isn't any statements cause we have nothing to say," Kato
snapped, regaining some of his arrogance.
"That is up to you," Steve replied calmly, unconcerned by Kato's
proclamation. He gestured them towards the door.
Kato suddenly turned, realizing that McGarrett must already have what
he wanted and remembered the brief conversation just moments before. He
lunged forward, grabbed Danny's shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons
scattering. Kato froze, staring at the wired device, then at Danny. "You
bastard." Kato's right hand began to come up a in fist but made it
less than half way before McGarrett grabbed both of his arms, pinning
them back. Kato struggled. "You bastard! I'll get you for this! Nowhere
you can go but I'll find you! My blood will find you! They gonna get you,
"Officer Lukela!" Steve shouted, "get him out of here!"
Police officer, Duke Lukela, who had been at the door, took hold of Kato,
pulling him towards the door.
"I'll make you pay!" Kato continued to scream as he was dragged
Mali stood staring at Danny, disbelief on her face. "Danno, I know
you all my life. I thought you were aikane. You tricked us."
Her voice began to rise and gain momentum. "You tricked us! You traitor!
Judas! You monster!" Mali flew at him, fingers extended to scratch
his face, but Danny easily caught her by each wrist and held her fast.
She tried to pull away. "You ungrateful monster! I hate you! I hate
you!" She stepped backward and he released her. "Ahahana!"(You're
gonna get it!) She threatened. "You be sorry, you think you my onipo!(lover)
Lupawale!(Stupid!) 'Oe ma'i pokole pau. Ko hoi pili ino mau!"(Your
screwing is finished. Your short little prick was so bad.)
McGarrett had a passing moment of frustration at being unable to interpret
the raging Hawaiian dialect, but the glance at Williams told him the message
was not lost on the college student.
Lukela stuck his head in the door. "Lawa! Kulikuli! Ko hilahila
Hawai'i."(Stop that! Enough! You bring shame on Hawaii)
Mali gave him a smug look of satisfaction. "He mea iki."
She looked at Steve and with a sly smile repeated in English: "Ain't
no big ting."
"Uoki,"(shut up) Duke ordered, not so gently taking hold
of Mali's elbow.
She allowed herself to be steered towards the door. As
she left, she gave a final glance of utter contempt over her shoulder
towards Danny. "You just like the rest of these damned impotent haoles."
She gave a snort and remarked. "Pauloa haoles maika'i ino a 'a'ohe
mahi moe."(Weak whites are all so bad in bed)
Tight-lipped, Lukela completed their exit.
Leah still stood there, compliant and weeping. McGarrett turned to Kelley
and said somewhat wearily, "Book 'em, Chin."
Chin guided Leah out of the room.
Steve glanced back at Williams, standing like a statue of stone beside
the conference table. "You all right?"
Danny blinked once and took a deep breath. He looked at Steve in silence,
no emotion showing, but amazed with himself that Mali's words could hurt
so badly . At least she granted me the courtesy of slandering my manhood
in a language some of the police department did not understand. Why do
I feel like the one who should apologize? Why does it matter that she
understand? She will never understand. Never. I've just betrayed my best
friends in the name of justice, how should I be? It may be right, but
that doesn't make it feel right. "If you're done with me, I'll
Steve did not feel good about turning him loose. "Akia made threats
against you. His friends have already tried to attack you once."
"They won't be a problem," he said flatly. I've got finals Monday
morning that I haven't even begun to study for."
"You, uh, care to interpret what she said?" Steve probed gently.
He paused in his journey towards the exit. "No, I don't think I do."
Steve gave a nod, willing to honor the refusal. "Thank you."
"It wasn't for you, McGarrett, any more than it was against Mali.
I did what was right because it was right." He walked out of the
End Part 4
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