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  Wired Fear

  Paradise Crime, Book 8

  Toby Neal

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Acknowledgments

  Excerpt Wired Courage

  About the Author

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  Copyright Notice

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  © Toby Neal 2018

  http://tobyneal.net

  Ebook ISBN: 978-0-9997022-6-0

  Print ISBN: 978-0-9997022-7-7

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author/publisher.

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  Format Design: Jamie Davis, Vellum

  “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

  ~Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

  Chapter One

  Day One

  Revenge was best seasoned with anticipation.

  Akane Chang opened the locked metal box his cousin handed him. His favorite weapons lay nestled in dense foam: a combat blade in a scabbard, a sleek Ruger 1911 semi-auto pistol with a box of ammo.

  He took the knife out of the box and drew it from its sheath. He waved it back and forth. Blue fire gleamed along its honed edge.

  So many good times with that blade…

  Akane glanced at his cousin, District Attorney Alan Chang, a man with a lot to lose if his role in helping Akane escape ever came to light. Alan Chang had provided access and intel to members of their crime syndicate, who’d sprung Akane during transport to the county jail after his trial.

  “I’m only doing this because I think the family needs you.” Alan wet his lips. “This can’t ever come back on me.”

  “Of course, it won’t come back on you.” Akane smiled. “I owe you. And it’s good to have me owe you.”

  “What’s your plan?” Pearls of sweat dotted the DA’s forehead and his eyes hadn’t left the blade as Akane played with it.

  “Better that you don’t know.” Akane tested the blade’s sharpness on a callous on his thumb. The skin sliced off as easy as butter.

  “Well then. Your new ID and some cash are right over there.” Alan pointed a latex-gloved hand toward a wallet resting on the apartment’s side table. “Don’t call me. Don’t contact me.”

  “Surprised you didn’t wear a hair net and crime scene booties when you came to visit,” Akane mocked.

  Alan stared at him resentfully. “I was never here, you understand?”

  Akane didn’t respond. Alan Chang was in a handy position as DA. That position would be even better if he got a judgeship—and while he still wanted something, Akane had leverage on him. Didn’t mean they had to like each other.

  “Good luck.” The DA left as silently as he’d come, locking the door.

  Akane loaded the Ruger, enjoying the click of the heavy cartridges as he filled the magazine, the smell of gun oil, the solid heft of the pistol in his hand. He’d felt so powerless throughout the trial. No more.

  He had a revenge list half a dozen names long. His brother Byron’s name would have been right at the top if someone hadn’t already offed him. Now that Byron was out of the way, that bitch female investigator and her asshole partner who’d testified against him had moved up.

  But first he needed to keep his eye on the ball and make sure his position as head of the family was locked down. To that end, he had messages out to the leaders of the Changs’ gambling, drug dealing, and prostitution networks. Once he was in charge on the Big Island, Akane could take all the time he wanted to hunt down those who’d done him wrong.

  Akane got up and checked the condo’s refrigerator. Empty but for a bottle of Aloha Shoyu. Nothing in the cupboards but a can of macadamia nuts. He opened it and popped a handful into his mouth while staring out the window at the condo’s view of Waikiki Harbor and the ocean beyond. The clang of wind in rigging and the squeak of boats in their moorings made an odd kind of music. A friend of a friend owned this place, and if he hadn’t been hungry and bored, he wouldn’t have minded being stuck here until he figured out how to get back to the Big Island undetected.

  A few minutes later, a coded knock at the door brought Akane to undo the heavy locks to friendlier company than his starchy DA cousin.

  Lee Chow, his right-hand man for many years, stood in the doorway with one arm around a brunette, the other around a blonde. “Yo, boss! I brought good times.”

  “Nice! Go get comfortable, ladies.” Akane cocked his head, indicating for the women to enter. The women sashayed past Akane into the front room. He tugged Chow inside, out of earshot, and spoke with his back to them. “What do they know about me?”

  Chow’s battle-scarred face scrunched in a frown. “The bitches only know that you’re an important dude that wants to party.”

  Akane glanced over at the scantily dressed women, whispering and cooing as they took in the apartment’s spectacular downtown view. “Well, they’re right about that. I do want to party.” He grinned, thinking of the surprises he had in store. “Hope you told them about my alternative tastes.”

  “Naw, boss. None of my business.” Chow kept his gaze down, respectful. The man had never had a clue about Akane’s jungle hunting ground outside of Volcano Park, a secret he hadn’t shared with anyone but those involved. Having it all come out at trial was humiliating, not something Akane was sure how to turn to his advantage.

  But Chow’s vote of confidence by bringing the women was promising.

  “Thanks, Lee. You can leave now. Go get us some booze, food, bleach, a big sheet of plastic, and some duct tape.”

  Chow whipped his head up, eyes wide.

  Akane guffawed at Chow’s stricken expression. “Just kidding. Me and the girls are going to have some fun. Come back soon with enough booze and food, and I might let you join me.” He shoved Chow out and shut the door on his lieutenant’s worried face.

  Chapter Two

  The dancers whirled across the stage in perfect unison, the stomp and sli
de of bare feet on the stage emphasized by a hypnotic Hawaiian chant and the thump of an ipu gourd. Fern headdresses gave a feeling of royalty, emphasized by swirling capes of long black hair whirling around their hips. Full skirts, covered with an additional layer of ti leaf, both concealed and enhanced every crisp, defined movement as the dancers told a story through their bodies. Even security specialist Sophie Ang, unfamiliar with hula, could feel the mana, Hawaiian spiritual power, vibrating through the performance.

  As the action came to a crescendo and ended with the dancers’ arms raised high and heads bowed, Sophie’s eyes prickled at the beauty and pathos. Watching on the small screen of the phone the client held was mesmerizing; Sophie couldn’t imagine how intense it would be to witness such a spectacle up close, in person. “Thank you for showing me that video. It really helps me to understand why the Merrie Monarch Festival is such an important cultural event here in Hilo.”

  A mixed Hawaiian Asian female who looked approximately thirty years old, the client wore the kind of fitted floral-print muumuu that indicated a service industry job. A name tag over her left breast spelled out KIM KAUWA. Sophie whisked a price tag off one of a pair of chairs in front of her desk, new since they’d opened the Security Solutions extension office two weeks ago. “Please, come sit down. Can we get you something to drink?”

  “No. In fact I can’t stay long.” Kim’s eyes darted nervously to the door, where Sophie’s partner Jake Dunn lounged, arms crossed on his chest.

  “Jake, come in and join us. Let’s all get comfortable. Tell us how we can serve you.” Sophie was getting better at the social niceties, though it was still a mental effort to grapple with the mechanics of engaging with others after so many years behind a computer.

  Kim took a seat, her purse clutched close. “I looked up your business online. The website said Security Solutions had a brand-new location here on the Big Island, and I just…wondered if you might be able to help me. Us.”

  “That’s what we’re here for. Helping people.” Jake extended a hand and Kim shook it briefly. Seated, he was still an intimidating sight, his muscular torso packed into a black polo-style Security Solutions logo shirt that left no doubt that he spent a good deal of his free time at the gym.

  Jake made small talk with Kim while Sophie scanned the intake form the woman had filled out in the lobby with their receptionist, Felicia.

  Kim was thirty-eight years old, lived in Hilo, and worked for the Hawaii Tourism Authority Board as well as Hawaiian Airlines customer service. She was also a volunteer organizer for the famous annual Merrie Monarch Hula Festival that was taking place soon in Hilo. Under “Needs that bring you to us,” Kim had listed, “confidential concerns regarding the Merrie Monarch Festival.”

  Sophie looked up and met the woman’s dark brown eyes squarely. “Before you get into telling us about the situation that brings you here, and I gather it’s sensitive from the way you filled out the form, let me assure you that this initial consultation is completely confidential. We will not disclose anything about your work with our agency to anyone. But perhaps you should know a little bit more about what we do so that you can make an informed decision.”

  Sophie described the various programs that Security Solutions offered, from the patented artificial intelligence “nanny cam” software installed at high security locations to regular security and alarm monitoring. Bodyguarding, kidnap rescue, and private investigator services were also available, wherein she, Jake, or both, served as private detectives working on behalf of the client or a lawyer.

  “That’s what I need. Private investigation.” Kim knotted her fingers together over her purse. “I’m representing the Hawaii Tourism Authority’s Board in this situation. We give a big grant to the Festival every year. I’m also one of the organizers. Well, it seems some of the Festival’s money is missing.”

  Any investigation that could be done online, such as tracking a money trail, was a strength for Sophie, and she exchanged a glance with Jake. “Tell us more.”

  “It’s all very sensitive. The event is so culturally important that even asking questions about something like where the money went…well, I could get plenty of pilikia.” Kim slipped into pidgin, the Hawaiian creole dialect Sophie was becoming familiar with.

  “Don’t know pilikia, but I get the feeling it’s not good,” Jake said. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the police with your concern?”

  “Oh no. No!” Kim recoiled. “Everybody is related to somebody on this island and has connections—word would get out we’re looking into it for sure if I went to the Hilo PD, and we just aren’t ready with anything concrete.” She took a deep breath, obviously calming herself with an effort. “Let me begin at the beginning. The reason I chose Security Solutions was that you’re new in town, and no offense, but you’re haoles.” She looked Sophie up and down, clearly taking her golden-brown skin into consideration. “Outsiders. That’s what haole means, and that’s what I need. A confidential team, with no local networks, to dig into where the money’s going.”

  “How much money are we talking about?” Jake leaned forward, dark brows knit over steely-gray eyes.

  “A hundred grand. That’s just the Hawaii Tourism Authority’s money. There might be more that’s missing, I don’t know. The Merrie Monarch competition is supported by a lot of bigger businesses such as Hawaiian Airlines. I work for them too and liaise with their charity office to facilitate support of the Festival.” Kim coughed a little, hiding her mouth with a hand. “Maybe I need something to drink, after all.”

  Jake stood up with his usual restless, coiled energy, clearly needing to move. “Let me get you some tea. Sophie, anything?”

  “Hot tea would be fine. Thank you.”

  Jake disappeared. Through the office door, Sophie heard his bantering tone as he spoke with Felicia at her desk.

  She met Kim’s eyes. “I don’t know much about the Merrie Monarch Festival. I will have to research it. As you noticed, it’s only been a couple of weeks since we officially opened our doors. But we have all the resources of our parent company on Oahu behind us. Would you like to know a little more?” Kim nodded, and Sophie went on. “I’m a former tech agent with the FBI. I can find most anything online. I love tracking money trails.” She cracked her knuckles and rippled her fingers as if using an imaginary keyboard.

  This seemed to put Kim more at ease, because the woman smiled. “You both seem…impressive.” Her gaze tracked over Sophie, dressed in the black polo shirt and nylon combat pants that she and Jake had decided would be their “uniform” unless they were undercover. “Like you work out a lot.”

  “We do. Part of the job. We need to be prepared for any sort of emergency. Jake’s ex-Special Forces with much investigative experience. And you are right in your assessment. We are outsiders here in Hilo. I’m glad that, for once, it’s a strength.” Sophie shrugged. “We enjoy using our skills to help people.”

  “You have an accent. Where are you from?” Kim raised her brows curiously.

  “I’m American and Thai. I grew up in Thailand and was educated in Europe. I came to live in the US only five years ago.”

  Jake returned with Felicia in his wake. The pretty blonde psychology grad student from the University of Hawaii carried a tray with the tea accoutrements on it. She had been sent over from a temp agency Security Solutions had contracted with to help get the agency’s satellite office going, and so far, Sophie found her personable and intelligent.

  Felicia set the tray, with its mismatched collection of mugs, on the edge of Sophie’s desk. “Anything else I can get you?” Her gaze fixed on Jake in mute adoration.

  Sophie felt a twinge of something unpleasant tighten her gut. Felicia must not know she and Jake were involved. “Thanks, Felicia, that will be all.”

  The receptionist left, shutting the door behind her, and Jake dealt with the tea until they all had what they wanted. Sophie wrapped her fingers around her hot mug as the beverage steeped, warming her hands
. “Kim. Please continue. When and how did you begin to suspect something was wrong with the festival’s funding?”

  “I helped facilitate the grant to the Festival. I’m not on the Board of Directors, so I don’t have access to the financial reports. But the same sponsors were being featured, and the budget is available to organizers to view, and it’s the same too. Only this year, PR and advertising aren’t nearly at the same level as in the past. Everywhere I turn at the planning meetings I’m hearing that we don’t have the money, but I knew the overall budget was similar to last year’s.”

  Jake frowned. “Hmm. You don’t have anything more tangible than that?”

  Kim looked down at her hands in her lap. “That’s why we can’t go to the police yet. And when I say ‘we’ I’m talking about me and my kumu hula, Esther Ka`awai.”

  Sophie jerked, feeling as if she’d been zapped with a red-hot wire. Esther, a well-known Hawaiian wise woman, was Alika Wolcott’s grandmother, and Alika was a painful subject to be avoided at all costs. “Isn’t Mrs. Ka`awai on Kaua`i?”

  “I am studying under her. Esther provides cultural advisory oversight to the event. She was the one to put the pattern together and really bring it to my attention. She is able to do a lot long distance.” Kim was oblivious to Sophie’s discomfort. “She and I decided to try to get more information without tipping anyone off that we were looking into it.”