Yesterday's Lament

By Peg Keeley

Part 1

Tony Alika had always been a careful man--a very careful man. It was uncanny that he should have met his end in the way he did. The car bomb had left little of Alika or his valet/body guard, Billy Swan, except charred skeletons contracted grotesquely over the steering wheel and in the back seat. Danny Williams carefully picked his way through the debris of the shattered car accompanied by Steve McGarrett's newest recruit, Gary Newman.

"Big mess." Newman stated the obvious.

Danny rose from where he was squatting in front of the point of impact where the grill had struck an electrical pole. He paced the distance back down the road to a molten spot on the tarmac one hundred feet behind the vehicle. "The bomb went off here," he told Gary. "The car was moving, but not fast. We can estimate from the impact damage to the car from the pole and the tire marks, probably about thirty miles an hour."

Gary listened then asked. "So what?"

Danny gave him a flat look. "So nothing. It is information."

He shrugged. "How could it matter if it was traveling at thirty miles an hour or forty or ten?"

"We don't know if it will matter, so we note everything, Newman." It was difficult to imagine Newman working out as a Five-0 officer for very long. The only thing Danny could see in the young man's favor was that he was second cousin to Duke's wife. Newman lacked the eye for detail that was so sought after in potential Five-0 members and seemed to miss the innovative imagination that was the trademark of the department. Steve had, surprisingly, justified Gary's lack of attentiveness. "He's been married just over a year, has a brand new baby at home, and we've offered him the job of a lifetime. It will take him awhile to fit in."

As the forensics team picked over the car inch by inch, Danny looked for the pattern of the blast across the vehicle by the nature of the charring of the interior.

Gary shook his head. "Whoever it was used enough explosives for a city block," he commented, counting broken windows in the nearby businesses.

"Well, they made sure they got him," Danny replied.

Che Fong picked through the ashes with a pair of tweezers, scooping bits into little specimen bags. "C4," he reported.

Just then, the well known black Lincoln pulled up and Steve McGarrett stepped out, Duke Lukela behind him. Steve quickly surveyed the scene with a practiced eye, noted the onlookers for anyone suspicious, and gave a casual glance at the carnage. "Well, gentlemen?"

A patrolman moved to the car and draped a yellow plastic sheet over the interior.

The four Five-0 members closed into a tight huddle. "No question, somebody thought it was time to replace Alika. The question is who?" Danny reported.

"Whoever it is did us a favor," Gary remarked.

"I don't know that the injured flower vendor would second that," Steve commented. "Any news on him?"

Gary flushed with embarrassment. "They took him to the hospital. They said he was going to be okay."

"Thank God for that," Steve said.

Che approached and gave his report in his usual cryptic way. He had a love for knick-knacks that made him a natural for his work. "The incendiary had a timing device attached to the odometer. When it clocked five miles, it set off the bomb--made of C4 compound."

"Five miles?" McGarrett confirmed, seeing a mental image of the five square miles around their location. "It was set within a five mile radius of the explosion."

"There's a lot of places inside there, including Alika's residence and all of Chinatown," Danny observed.

"I think we can discount his residence--for now at least. The security measures he had were too tight for that. We need to take a careful look at the possibility of a Chinatown connection, or one from inside the Kumu itself. Who stands most likely to move up within the Kumu?" Steve asked.

"Joey Mannaku," Duke answered. "He's been pretty outspoken, even challenged Tony briefly -- and lived through it."

Steve nodded. "Yeah, I remember that, too. Duke, touch base with your contacts around the docks and the wharf, see if anyone has heard anything. Danno, is Jimmy Lee still out of trouble?"

"He was two weeks ago," he replied.

"See what's happening in Chinatown. See if Jimmy will keep his eyes open."

Danny smirked. "We should just send him to the police academy."

Duke chuckled. "What for? He can make more money as your snitch."

Steve glanced at Gary. "Let's you and I go visit Joey Mannaku and pay our respects."


Joey Mannaku lived in a modest, but immaculate house. He could afford a gardener, but usually did the work himself. He kept only one body guard. He was unmarried, a dark-skinned, full-blood Hawaiian, about thirty years of age. He greeted McGarrett and Newman without surprise. "Tony's body isn't even cold yet and you are at my door, McGarrett."

"There isn't much of Tony's body left to get cold," Steve replied.

"So I heard. I suppose the first question you have is: Did I kill Tony?" he remarked, leading them into his study. He posed behind his large oak desk, artistically framed in the picture window that displayed his flower gardens and the street beyond.

Steve's gaze was steady. "All right, did you?"

"McGarrett." He laughed. "Why should I? I liked Tony."

"You and he went to war four months ago," Gary reminded him.

Joey looked at Gary in distaste. "You know, McGarrett, you really should check background on your new people a bit better. This one's got a record for a bad temper. Ever heard that lady who claimed he beat up her boy just cause he was a Gook?" He shook his head in mock displeasure. "Not good for the team spirit, you know."

Gary's jaw muscles bristled, but he silently held his temper. Joey's reputation of baiting his enemies into making mistakes was well known.

"What about you and Alika?" Steve came back to the point. "You're obviously going to claim you didn't do it. Why should I believe you?"

Joey laughed again. "Yeah, we had it out awhile back, but we came to a good understanding. I had nothing to gain by killing him."

"From how I see it, you have everything to gain."

"McGarrett." He smiled and shook his head. "I liked Tony; I'll miss him, but he was a dying man. He had terminal stomach cancer. Two months to live on the outside."

McGarrett scowled. "Stomach cancer?"

"Sure--your coroner will confirm it--if there's enough left. If there isn't, I can give you his doctor's phone number. I was going to have the business in two months or less, McGarrett. Why would I blow him away?"

Good question. "Who knew his medical condition?"

Joey shrugged. "No secret."

Steve glanced around the spacious office. "In that case, Joey, I'd watch my back if I were you and beef up security."

Joey's smile caved in a little, realizing that McGarrett was warning him he might be next. "Yeah, yeah, McGarrett, maybe I'll do just that."

Steve and Gary walked out of the house, into the warm pacific sunshine. "So what do you think, Gary?" Steve asked him.

"Well, if he's makin' it up, he's a good actor. But he didn't sound too sad that Tony was gone either."

Just as they opened the car doors, there was the sound of squealing rubber on pavement from the far side of the house and the sound of rapid gunfire, following by another burst of gunfire back. Weapons drawn, Gary and Steve raced back, Steve bursting back inside through the door, Gary hurrying around the side of the house, careful to shelter himself at the corner.

Steve ran through the house, back into the office, aware that he'd encountered no bodyguard along the way. The large picture window behind Mannaku's desk was now shattered in thousands of pieces that were scattered across the desk and the room. Mannaku lay face down amongst the shards.

There was no trace of the assassin. Steve, gun still in hand walked to the broken window and observed Gary on his knees on the drive scooping up spent gun cartridges into a specimen bag. "Mannaku is dead," Steve told him.

Gary stood up. "I thought you said this guy had a body guard."

Steve nodded. Just where was the body guard? So this is an inside job.


Danny spent most of the day making discrete contact with several "friends" through Chinatown. Most of them were originally snitches of Chin Ho Kelly and had come to trust Danny as Chin's adopted family member. They still treated him with respect in honor of Chin's memory. Jimmy Lee was not one of those. He was an ex-gang member who'd danced both sides of the law so often, it was hard to know where he'd turn up next. He was not easy to find.

It was nearly four in the afternoon, when Gary Newman met up with Danny, telling of the experience at Mannaku's. Danny was less than happy with Gary's arrival, for with it, the atmosphere around them changed. Gary was not liked in Chinatown. There was speculation that had never been proven that the young Hawaiian officer had beaten a Vietnamese teenager nearly to death for sexually assaulting a Hawaiian girl. There was never a question that the teenager had committed the crime, but there was some room for doubt about who had placed the rapist in the hospital with multiple fractures. Reasonable doubt or no, the community of Chinatown had reached its own verdict. The fact that the cop in question now served with Five-0 created a new credibility gap for Five-0. Danny wondered again at Steve's selection.

It was not long after Gary's arrival they came upon Jimmy Lee, leaning against a newspaper box, picking his teeth with a toothpick.

"Hey, Danno," Jimmy called. "Heard you were lookin' for me."

"Yeah, just about all day," he complained.

Jimmy smiled broadly, pleased. "I know. I watched you for a while. Decided you needed your exercise. Getting' a little soft." He poked Danny's side. "Need to do some runnin' or something."

Danny let it go by, but could see Gary's temper flare. "What's the talk about Alika?" he asked.

Lee glanced at Newman. He had also noticed that his kidding had irritated the new recruit. "I don't like him," he announced to Danny.

"You don't like me either," Danny retorted, "but I've kept your butt out of the slammer enough times, so talk."

Jimmy fired another look towards Gary, then motioned Danny into the nearby alley. "It's not the Dragons," Jimmy told him quietly. "Everybody real scared. They think the Kumu will start a gang war and come after them on a witch hunt. They all getting arms up. Lai Sing making calls to Mannaku for a treaty. Really bad time, Danno."

Then Sing doesn't even know Mannaku is dead, Danny thought. "What kind of treaty?"

"You know," he shrugged. "Like the old days. Alika and Sing always rubbed each other's backs, you know. Vending machine by Kumu, linens and dishes by Dragons. Everybody had peace in their own land. But it's all changing now. No one knows who to trust."

"But you don't think the Dragons killed Tony?"

"No, man. I know the Dragons wanted Tony around. There was understanding. And he could keep out the off island people."

Is that what they think? They think it was Tony who kept out the mob like Caputo? No wonder he was never challenged seriously. Danny reached into his pocket. "Let me know what else you hear, understood, Jimmy?"

"Hey, don't I always, Danno?" He broke into a wide smile. He glanced at the fifty dollar bill Danny offered. "Um, I'm starting to go to school, Danno. I'm getting out of the nightclub circuit. Need to raise tuition."

Danny shook his head in disbelief and fished out another bill. "You're getting too expensive for my blood, Jimmy. What are you going to study, anyway?"

"Law?" Danny was genuinely surprised.

"Yeah, God as my witness. Someday you'll maybe be callin' me Judge Lee, awesome, ain't it?" He laughed and started away, then turned back. "Oh, Danno, almost forgot. Remember Bali--that fat lady sells the leis on Kamahamaha Street?"

He scowled, searching his memory.

"Remember, you put her up for growing poppies?"

His face brightened. "Yeah. Crazy old lady."

"Crazy or no, when she heard you were 'round today, she tell me to have you come see her. Said she had something real important to tell you."

"Where can I find her?"

"Her old spot, Kamahamaha Street. And--this one's on the house! No charge."

"Gee, thanks."

Gary did not ask why the sudden trip away from the ghettos of Chinatown towards the glitter of the tourist center. Danny had only mentioned something about an old lady who might know something.

As they walked up Kamahamaha Street, she found them first. "Aihh!" A shrill voice rang out. The large muumuu garbed polynesian woman leapt out of her lei stand with joy. "Danny! I cannot believe it! It long ago since I spahk ya! Ya lookin' sexy as ever!" She gave him a huge hug, startling him.

"Bali," he said, trying to regain some dignity. "Jimmy Lee--"

She laughed loudly, attracting no small amount of attention from passers by. "I thought you long gone--pau. You no here no more. Dat bad beef you get shot most dead long back. I still hear in the big house, you know? Big talk story. You come to da mainland."

"I never went to the mainland," he replied quietly, wondering how this could relate to Alika's murder.

She suddenly stopped and glared at Gary. "Hey, bambooze, you no give me da stink eye. Beat it!"

Gary started to respond angrily.

"It's all right." Danny raised a hand. "Hey, Gary, just give me a minute here, okay?" He moved off to the side with Bali. "This had better be one hell of a talk story," he mumbled.

"Ain't no talk story, Danno," she said growing serious. "You come two years ago?"

She seemed so intent, he went along. "Right here, Bali. I was right here. What is this?"

"Oh, Mother de God," she whispered, eyes growing round, hand to her lips. "Maybe it real. I gonna make parole and de wahine, she come talk big story. I say she do no more nothing and no act, savvy? She say she like make parole. I tell her no can do, way too soon. She make act herself like somebody. She say she was like da kine nui. Big shot. She say she sing all over da world. She say you put her away da drugs."

Danny felt a knot starting to tighten in his stomach. "I put a lot of people away for drugs, Bali. I put you away for drugs."

"Well, I say it all act, no mind. I thinks ya in da mainland. She making loco. Den she say she hapai, gonna like get out for her baby. Lots of wahine like come knocked up. Dey do abortion kine or they do the time. Big talk about cops babies so guards treat dem good. But I never hear one say which cop. She say this pepe yours."

He stared at her, trying not to faint.

Bali watched him, seeing his expression of shock. "Oh, Danny, by the grave of your auntie, I not know lidat. I think just big talk."

He made an attempt to recover. "You remember her name?"

"How many girls you make utu utu time? You no know her name?"

Gary appeared from nowhere. "Danny, we're wanted back at the office." They turned away from the lei stand towards the car. "You'd better let me drive," Gary added.

"How much did you hear?" Danny murmured.



Gary said nothing about Bali's strange information. They rode back to the Iolani Palace in silence. The evening briefing dwelt mostly on the deaths of Alika and Mannaku and what the possible consequences were going to be to the underworld of Honolulu. Danny contributed only what he had to and was otherwise withdrawn from the meeting. Afterward, he escaped to his office to place a few phone calls. It took time, mostly due to the late hour, but he did, at last, discover that Malama Kanae had been released on probation seventeen months before, having served a total time of seven months.


Lewis Watanabe reverently genuflected as he entered the Cathedral, then proceeded respectfully towards the confessional booths. He slipped into the third one and knelt before the dark curtain.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," he whispered.

There was silence for a moment. "You have had a busy day, my son," the quiet accented voice replied. "Such a day is taxing on the spirit and the soul."

And the purse, the young man thought.

"Have you done as you were instructed in penance for your past?" the voice asked.

"Yes, Father," he replied. "All is done as you requested. " He shoved a small photo through the bottom of the curtain.

"This is the woman who will help you?"

"She is looking for a new chance on stage. My radio station will help her."

"I see. That is a very noble effort, my son. And is she pure?"

Watanabe hesitated. "Some trouble, but it is all in the past. I need to complete the mission I began today."

"You need more help?" the voice was ended with displeasure.

"I will be able to assist you so much more in the spreading of your message if you can just give me a little more resources," Watanabe said hurriedly. "She needs some -- reassurance."

The unseen man fingered the picture of Malama Kanea. "Very well. You had better be certain that she will do well."


Early in the morning, Cal Cooper, moderately overweight, cup of coffee still in hand, grunted as he pulled himself out of is aging Honda Civic in front of his office. He brushed the last few crumbs of a donut from his black mustache and scratched his close cut afro hair. Yawning, he kicked a few empty beer bottles away from the door of his parole office and unlocked it. Entering, he turned off the burglar alarm and walked to the rear to make fresh coffee. He dumped out yesterday's coffee and grounds from the pot. As he was about to turn on the water, he heard the front door open. He did not have a parolee arriving until nine and it was barely eight; he looked out into the hallway. "Back here!" He began to pour water into the Mr. Coffee.

"Cal Cooper?"

"That's me." He turned to see the younger man, dressed in a business suit standing in the kitchenette doorway. Detective, Cal judged.

"Dan Williams," he introduced himself, flashing his badge. "Five-0."

Cooper sighed. It's gonna be a bad day. "Who did what to whom last night?"

"I need information on Malama Kanae."

He looked surprised. "She get into trouble?"

"I didn't say that."

Cooper wandered back to his desk. "I like her -- better'n most of them. Course most of them aren't pretty girls." He glanced at Williams who did not smile back. Cooper shrugged and pulled Mali's file. "Been reporting like clockwork. On parole almost seventeen months. Due to be done her time in another three weeks."

"Got an address?"

"Of course." He paused. "Look, I gotta ask. Did she get into some kind of trouble?"

"Not that I know of."

"Then what's this about?"

Danny wavered a moment. "What's her medical condition been like?"


"Yeah. One of her reasons for early release was her pregnancy. When did she give birth?"

Cal scanned the file. "I don't know. I guess I didn't really pay attention. I'm just supposed to make sure they stay clean."

"She was pregnant one week and not the next and you didn't notice?" Danny found that hard to believe.

"You've gotta know this girl. I know she got busted for drugs, a lot of them do. But she seems ike she's really trying. Makes brownies and bring 'em down here once a month. Been shopping with my secretary a time or two."

"Nice to hear you're such a chummy group. I don't suppose you would have noticed if she brought along her baby."

"What is all this about a pregnancy and baby? No, she never mentioned having any dependants at all." Cal began to feel defensive of his parolee. "Look she-"

"Yeah," Danny interrupted sarcastically. "She's a perfect citizen. Did you ever read the fine print on her file? She was originally charged with attempted murder of a police officer."

He waved a hand. "Nawh, that wasn't her. She was with some bad dudes. They did that. She wasn't even there. Those charges were dropped. Now, before I tell you anymore, for the record, I want to know what you want all this for."

"I'm the officer she tried to kill."


Kono and Duke had paid a visit to Lai Sing. Not surprisingly, the security around his dry cleaning industry in Chinatown was very obvious. They were escorted into the old man's chamber by two armed and very serious guards.

Sing smiled as they entered. "My friends," he said in his whisperly old voice, hands spread in a gesture of friendship, "it is good that you come."

Duke knew what that meant. He wants all the protection he can get. And if Five-0 is in the office, the office is that much safer. "It is my understanding that the Dragons and Kumu may go to war," Duke stated.

Sing clasped his eighty year old hands together and shook his head. "It would be a sad day."

"Who killed Tony Alika and Joey Mannaku?" Kono asked.

"I do not know. If I did, that man would by now have paid for his action. Dragons do not wish the expense and sadness of war. Alika saw that, we thought the same. There was understanding. I fear this new man -- Batona -- he must listen to us."

"And if he won't?"

He shook his gray head. "We will need to gain his attention through other means."

"Such as?" Duke added.

Sing smiled softly. "There are many ways to gain the support of others. Most seek alliances when it is to their best interest. I would persuade Mr. Batona that peace is in his own interest."

"Meaning?" Duke again attempted to get specific.

Sing gave a gentle smile. "Mr. Lukela, Iam aware that Five-0 has much invested in keeping peace. We are brothers on this. Yes?"

Duke did not reply.

Sing nodded his head. "I have no knowledge of who commited this act against Tony Alika and against the Kumu. You may have my word that I shall personally deliver this information to you, should it fall into my hands."

Eventually giving up gaining anything worthwhile from Sing, Duke and Kono were escorted back to their car


Sing watched them from the window on the third floor of his old office. The door opened and Charlie Lu nodded in respect to Sing. "Charlie," Sing said quietly, "the police seek information. The same I seek."

Lu shrugged. "It is like I've told you, Old One, time is changing and too many old friends cannot be trusted. Someone within the Kumu has planned this and will make all fingers point towards you."

"And you believe Watanabe can stop this?"

He hesitated, choosing his words with care. "He has influence, Sing. He can make Batona listen, where I can only try. But there is risk and and his help comes at a high price."

Sing frowned, still watching the two officers below in the parking lot. "I must not be hasty in acceptance of Watanbe. Let me give this time of consideration. I must speak to Batona myself as two men of honor."


"What do you think about Sing?" Kono asked Duke as they approached the car.

"I've never seen so much effort to not point at anyone in my life. A real Dragons love Kumu party if you ask me," Duke replied opening the car door.

Kono chuckled. "Like two little keike. Kiss when mama's lookin' then bash each other's brains out when she looks away."

Duke nodded. "Makes me wonder whose brains are next."

"Say, Bruddah." Kono pointed to the small restaurant down the street. "Let's get a bite over there. I'm starved."

"You're always starved," Duke complained. He turned to follow Kono, slamming the car door shut as he stepped away.

The massive explosion shook houses, shattered windows and threw glass and metal parts of the car through the air. The resulting concussion blew both Kono and Duke off their feet, slamming Duke, who'd been closer, head first into the curbing.

People started shouting in fear and running. Before the last piece of debris had even hit the ground, Kono and scrambling through the fragments of car and twisted metal to Duke's side.

Duke was unconscious, a large bloody wound on his forehead.

"Get a doctor!" Kono ordered at a man who approached. "Duke!" He shook his partner's shoulder.

Duke half-opened his eyes momentarily, then went limp.

"Get a doctor!" Kono pleaded again.

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