In her room, she stripped out of her black slacks and unbuckled her weapon harness, hanging it off the iron bedstead of the king-sized bed she"d finally replaced after the fire on Maui. She"d rented the little house furnished but for the bed, and it was big enough for her and the dogs to sleep in without b.u.mping into each other.
Looking at the pristine bed linens reminded her of the sad crime scene this morning; she unb.u.t.toned her white b.u.t.ton-down blouse, standard FBI "uniform" wear, as she thought about her conversation with Sophie Ang just before the workday ended.
"I don"t think the Hale boy is a suicide." The tech agent had come into Workroom One, where Lei was using her fuming chamber, a gla.s.s aquarium-like cube, to raise fingerprints on the heroin "cooking kit" found beside the boy"s bed.
"We don"t think so either," Lei said. "Come see." They both squinted into the fuming chamber. "See anything?" The spoon, lighter, plastic packet, and hypodermic were all in the chamber.
"No." Sophie Ang wore a short-sleeved shirt, and Lei noticed again the curlicued foreign-writing tattoos that traced down the inside of the agent"s toned arms. She"d always wondered about them.
"That"s the point. Looks like the kit was wiped. Why would Corby Hale wipe his prints off the drug apparatus?" Ken, crisp in his gray suit, leaned down beside them. "So why don"t you think this is a suicide?"
"Computer a.n.a.lysis of the scene information," Ang said.
Lei was still looking at the tattoos. "What are those kanjis on your arms?"
"They aren"t kanjis-they"re Thai writing." Ang stood, and Lei was struck again by her height, the leashed power of her movements. Marcella and Sophie seemed to be addicted to the Women"s Fight Club they went to together. "I"m half Thai, half American."
"Oh." Lei wanted to ask what the tattoos said but already felt like she"d overstepped herself with the very private tech agent. "What"s the computer saying about the case?"
"Seventy-percent confidence ratio that the boy"s death is murder. This additional information will likely bring it up into ninety."
"What kind of program are you running?" Ken switched off the power to the hood and the lit interior flicked off. "I asked you that earlier during the team briefing on looking at these suicide cases, but I don"t think I got a straight answer."
Lei heard a defensive note in Sophie"s voice. "Cla.s.sified."
Ken gave a bark of laughter, putting his hands on his hips. "Got clearance just as high as you, Ang. You running something off the books?"
"I plead the Fifth Amendment." Ang"s foreign birth sometimes showed up in how she used colloquialisms. "Something I"m working on. I"ll tell Waxman at the right time."
"Well, so far we"re all on the same page. There"s something kapakahi with this one. It"s weird." Lei told Ang about the boy"s left-handedness and imitated the tricky position needed to inject oneself in a major vein with the nondominant hand.
"What about the suicide note?" Ang frowned.
"That"s what we"re all wondering," Lei"d said.
Lei pulled her eyes away from the bed and her obsessive thoughts and tossed her blouse and bra into the laundry hamper. She rolled an athletic bra down over small round b.r.e.a.s.t.s and pulled on a pair of nylon running shorts and a mesh top, bundling her curling hair into a ponytail.
The suicide note. In a scene that looked staged, it was clearly in Corby"s writing and yet it didn"t reveal any of his real motivation. The note had a stilted, form-letter feel to it that concealed as much as it revealed-like someone had given the boy the words.
Keiki, done eating, saw these signs of imminent departure and began a low rumbling whine of eagerness, intelligent brown eyes tracking her mistress as Lei slid her feet into short athletic socks and laced up Nike Air running shoes. Angel, not so restrained, lapped circles around Lei, yapping with excitement.
The little dog was too small to keep up with Lei and Keiki on their runs but was devastated to be left behind, so Lei had rigged up a secondhand baby carrier that she wore on her chest. She"d been caring for the little dog for more than a year while her owner, a teenager Lei had forged a bond with, served a sentence in Hawaii Youth Correctional Facility in Ko"olau. She scooped up the dog and tucked her in, leaving the little domed head and large pointed ears protruding. She slid a heavy chain collar over Keiki"s head, patted her pockets for her house keys, phone, and pepper spray, and took the dogs outside for their evening run.
The cottage was about a mile from the west end of Ala Moana Beach Park, and Lei and Keiki made good time jogging along the urban sidewalk to the long stretch of lawn at the beginning of the park. They ran past picnic structures, spreading banyan trees, a long yellow-sand beach, and several homeless tents.
Lei took the dogs to the fenced dog park area. The big Rottweiler lay down panting when they arrived, while Angel made darting runs at the other dogs, barking when she had a mind to. Lei did some stretches off the park bench, watching the families and other dog owners.
A couple sat on the bench near her, their arms twined around each other, sneaking kisses as their dogs, a shih tzu and a pit bull, wandered and sniffed the fenced area. The sight of the couple brought Lei"s loneliness back in a rush as she remembered Marcella"s flushed face and sparkling eyes, Kamuela"s dimpled grin.
Love was in the air, and Lei wasn"t getting any.
It was too much. Lei took out her phone and held down the number seven, Stevens"s speed dial. The phone rang and rang. She listened to his voice tell her to leave a message. Just to hear his voice brought tears p.r.i.c.kling up, a dreaded weakness. She hung up, sliding the phone back into her pocket without leaving a message.
She wasn"t tired enough; that was it. Maybe she should give the Women"s Fight Club another try, but she didn"t like the idea of seeing Alika Wolcott, who coached there. They"d dated back on Kaua"i, and she was still uncomfortable with him.
Some more running would help. She went to the nearby water fountain, splashed water over her face and hands, sucked down all the liquid she could hold. Made sure the dogs each got a good drink in the little basin designed for them, clicked the leash back on Keiki, and loaded Angel into the front carrier.
This time she went down to the beach and jogged laps back and forth. Tiny, clear turquoise waves lapped at the sand. The sunset blazed orange against the depthless blue sky, gilding clouds mounded near the horizon. Palm trees lining the beach clattered their fronds in the light breeze, and mynahs squabbled in a towering plumeria tree.
Lei jogged until the restless darkness of her mood was drowned by the thunder of her heart. Finally Keiki began hanging back, tongue lolling, and Lei took the dogs back uptown at a brisk walk.
The phone rang in her pocket, a buzzing vibration. She took it out, checked it before she answered.
"Hi, Michael."
"Lei." Just the sound of Stevens"s voice as he said her name made her throat tighten. "You called."
"I did. I had to tell you-Marcella"s dating someone. It made me miss you."
"Glad to hear your voice, whatever the reason. Who"s the lucky b.a.s.t.a.r.d?"
"Marcus Kamuela. The detective working Charlie Kwon"s case."
A long pause. "That"s awkward."
"You think?" She made herself give a little laugh, like it didn"t terrify her. "Anyway, seeing them together-they"re really happy. It made this even harder."
This. Waiting. Their long separation. She heard the sigh of his exhale.
"G.o.d. I miss you too." She could tell he was running a hand through his dark curling hair. She could picture the shadow of his lashes falling over those blue, blue eyes, his long fingers rubbing them. "Things are moving along."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Really. Anchara told me her citizenship application was approved. I met with a divorce lawyer today."
"Oh." Lei stopped, leaning against a building, the sharp shadows of evening falling on the windows of the city all around her, Keiki tight up against her side as she bent her head, closing out everything in the world but his voice and the phone. Angel tilted her pointed nose up in the baby carrier and licked Lei"s chin. "So . . . how long?"
"Couple weeks. Could be sooner."
"Oh my G.o.d." After waiting so long to be together, the imminent end of their separation seemed like a mirage.
"I know. It doesn"t seem real."
"I can"t believe it either."
"So what are we going to do? Are you coming here?" Stevens was embedded in his job on Maui, promoted to lieutenant of the Haiku Station where Lei had once worked under Captain C. J. Omura.
"I don"t know." Lei stroked a finger over Angel"s head, and the tiny dog closed her eyes in bliss. "I was really hating the Bureau for a while, but things are better. Waxman"s lightened up on me, and we"ve always got interesting cases. Let me tell you about this latest one." She described the contradictory evidence in Corby Hale III"s death.
"We"ve got interesting cases here too."
"I don"t know what to do. I just know we need to be together. Don"t you think it would be easier for you to come to Oahu? More opportunity here for you too."
"I"m just getting settled in as commanding officer. I"d have to see what was available for transfer. You can be sure I wouldn"t have my own station."
Another long pause. A horn blared nearby, startling Lei. She straightened up from the wall, continued up the cement sidewalk with Keiki at her side. The lush green mountains behind Honolulu seemed to glow in the setting sun as her eyes wandered over them, unseeing.
"We don"t have to have all the answers now. Just . . . we have to be together. When you"re free." Lei felt her throat closing on longing, a physical sensation like a fist squeezing her chest. It was beyond l.u.s.t. It was a parched dryness. Only being tucked under his collarbone in her special s.p.a.ce against his side could restore her.
"I love you." His voice was ragged.
Her eyes closed for a second, and it was in that second that she walked into another pedestrian.
"Watch where you going!" Angry words put her back into her body and in this moment on the busy street. She waved apologetically at an older woman pushing a cart.
"I have to go. Call me when you know anything."
"I will. The minute I know."
They hung up at the same time. Lei wanted to cry at the severing. Instead she broke into a jog, Angel bouncing in the carrier against her chest. There was respite in the movement and in caring for her dogs, and that night, in getting online to find out everything she could about Corby Alexander Hale III.
Chapter 5.
Sophie unlocked the red lacquered door of her apartment, carrying her gym bag. In the posh Nuuanu area of Honolulu, her place was the penthouse suite atop a high-rise building. It was her father"s, one of his many real estate investments, and he"d insisted she be his "caretaker" now that Honolulu was her home, a situation she was grateful for. Her FBI pay wasn"t bad, but she could never have afforded the wide-open expanse of gleaming teak floor and the view, gla.s.s unbroken by anything but an occasional steel strut all the way across the wall facing the ocean.
At thirty stories up, the city was spread below in an entrancing tapestry of movement and glittering lights, trimmed in beach and ocean. Diamond Head was an iconic silhouette in the indigo distance with the moon a glowing coin behind it.
Sophie toed out of her athletic shoes and carried the gym bag into the laundry room just off the sleek modern kitchen. Standing in front of the washer, she tugged off sweaty Lycra workout gear. Naked, she unzipped the gym bag and pulled out her FBI clothes from the day, loading everything into the washer and turning it on. She clipped her gloves and padded helmet to a hanging drying rack and walked across the apartment to the bathroom.
Sophie loved the feeling of being nude-cool air wafting across her flushed skin and tired muscles. She wasn"t worried about anyone seeing her; besides being thirty stories up, the expanse of gla.s.s was both tinted and foiled so that it lightened and darkened with the sun.
The bathroom was all marble and gold-plated fixtures. No one could accuse her father of restraint in the area of luxury. She stepped into the gla.s.sed-in chamber of the shower and turned it on. A large showerhead set to "rain" poured a gush of warm water over her, and under that flow she soaped herself, tracing the curlicued letters of the tattoos running down the insides of her arms and outsides of her thighs, places where they could be easily concealed.
One arm said hope and respect. The other read power and truth. On one thigh was freedom and the other, courage. Circling her narrow waist, where no one saw them, were love, joy, and bliss. She had no trouble reciting the words she"d had inked on her skin after her divorce was final. They were words she tried to live every day.
She microwaved a dinner of brown rice and stir-fry the housekeeper her father employed had prepared and left frozen in individual ceramic containers and carried it to her bedroom. She"d rigged one side of the room to duplicate her office, and she fired up her workstation with the touch of a b.u.t.ton.
DAVID was archived and networked to the Bureau computers so that anything she did here was automatically replicated there. For a woman who lived her work, it was a seamless transition.
She"d just settled into eating and putting DAVID to work on comparisons of the many suicide notes, looking for commonalities, when her FBI-issued smartphone rang-it was Lei.
"Hey, Texeira." She was surprised to hear from the other agent.
"Hey, Ang. Sorry to bug you at home, but I brought home my laptop, and I"ve been researching Corby Hale, just searching him by his name. He"s popping up on Reddit, advocating for right to death in several chats. He went by the name of SurfHawaii, so you can run him under that, see what you find. Did you get started on his computer yet?"
"Not yet. I saw you left it at my station. I had to get through some stuff on my other cases before I could start on it, and I just ran out of time."
"Yeah, I know you and Marcella had Fight Club tonight." There was an odd note in Lei"s voice that Sophie, with her sensitivity to nuances and language, picked up.
"Marcella canceled, so I went alone. You never came back to Fight Club after that first time. Why?"
"Alika. You must have heard we used to go out, when I was stationed on Kaua"i." Lei blew out a breath, a noisy gust. "It didn"t end well."
"I think he might still be interested in you." Sophie had heard about Lei"s dating fiasco with her coach from Marcella. She liked Lei, and it didn"t surprise her that Alika might still be in love with Lei"s unforgettable face and physical bravery.
"G.o.d, I hope not. Stevens and I are getting back to together the minute his divorce is final. Alika"s a great guy, though-you guys should go out."
"Ha," Sophie said, her fingers flying as she opened a window and ran background on Alika Wolcott, something she usually did with anyone she spent time with. She"d cloned all her FBI programs on this workstation, so it was easy to do exactly what she did at work. "He"s my coach. It"s not like that."
"Marcella said you wouldn"t mind it being like that."
Sophie frowned. "I"ll give her an extra beat-down for that. I"ve got a little crush, that"s all. He"s not interested in me except as a fighter."
"Well. No let me stand in the way. All I stay sayin"." Lei"s playful pidgin made Sophie smile. "Back to the case. Corby"s mom said he was really into some online activity that kept him busy when he was at home; he said he had people who *understood him" online. So that points to gay friends, maybe, or maybe something to do with drugs."
"Or maybe just Reddit. That site is one big time sink," Sophie said, shrinking the window with the search on Alika and opening a new one in Reddit, the ma.s.sive real-time chat and news site. "I"ll see what I can dig up. Thanks for the heads-up."
"Welcome. Sooner we can get to Corby"s computer, the better."
"I"ll try to get to it tomorrow. Marcella"s still bugging me to do hers too, though. The embezzlement case."
"You know, the cases we get at the Bureau-so much less dangerous than regular cop work. It"s not something you read in the brochure."
"Not necessarily. Marcella"s been shot, a.s.saulted, and strangled. I heard you"ve been through a lot as a police officer; maybe you"re ready for things to be calmer. Our criminals are more sophisticated, that"s all. I"ll let you know as soon as I find anything in Corby"s computer."
"Okay. Later then." Lei clicked off.
Sophie set her phone down. She leaned forward, eyes intent and fingers flying, the stir-fry forgotten. Corby Hale and the zone sucked her back in.
Chapter 6.
Lei"s phone woke her at six a.m., never a good sign. It bounced around on the side table on ring and vibrate, anch.o.r.ed by the charge cord. The noise brought Keiki and Angel"s heads and ears up from sleeping on their ratty old blanket at the foot of the bed.