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  “Didn’t we all.”

  “Yeah. Well, I’ve got a record. I’m hoping the Criminal Justice degree will tip the balance.”

  “It’s worth a try, if you really want it,” she said. “You could always work for a law office, be a private investigator or something, if it doesn’t.”

  “I guess,” he said. They had arrived at her old Honda, and Ray lifted a hand in a wave as he headed across the parking lot.

  After class, Lei drove home, preoccupied. She wished that for once in her life she could just go out with an attractive guy without getting all wound up and paranoid. Life was short—Kelly and Haunani reminded her of that, and maybe she owed it to them to learn to live a little. She glanced in her rearview mirror—the headlights behind her loomed uncomfortably close. She sped up. The tailgater sped up too, and finally pulled around her, cutting her off.

  It was a black Toyota truck.

  Adrenaline hit her bloodstream and her foot hit the gas, an automatic reaction. She accelerated, trying to get a look at the license plate. The two-lane road they were on was dim, and the truck surged ahead, streaking around a slower-moving Camry. Lei wished she had a cop light to put on her dash. It might be interesting to pull this jerk over.

  She gunned the Honda and the elderly four-cylinder engine burped in protest.

  “Come on,” she urged, wishing for the roar of the Crown Vic. She made it around the Camry but the Toyota was really flying now, its taillights disappearing over a rise. She floored it and nothing much happened. Next order of business—get a car with some juice. She hit the steering wheel in frustration as the Toyota peeled off to the right. She made the turn without ever hitting the brakes, the whole car shuddering and tires squealing at the abuse.

  They reached an open stretch of country road. They’d left the residential area behind, and the Toyota poured it on, surging ahead. Lei held the steering wheel with both hands as it vibrated, the needle creeping to 75, 80, 85. The pickup truck was still accelerating. It disappeared over another rise, and by the time the Honda careened over the hill, it was gone.

  The road had forked, and as she got to the intersection, there was nothing left to see but the moon shining on an ocean of waving pili grass, glimmering off the empty black asphalt leading away in either direction. The Honda glided to a stop, thoroughly smoked. It seemed like she was always too little, too late.

  Chapter 11

  Lei was curled up on the couch later, eating her Hot Pocket, when her cell rang. She thumbed it open.

  “Hello?”

  “Lei? It’s Michael.”

  “Hey Stevens,” she said.

  “Quit calling me that. I just wanted to check in with you, give you an update. Nice work on the folder.”

  “Thanks.”

  “We’ve been running down some calls on Reynolds’s cell, re-canvassing the girls’ neighborhoods, and setting up the interview with the witness. Doing it tomorrow—still want to come?”

  “Of course. When and where?”

  “I thought we’d try to be less intimidating, so it’s at Hilo High School library at 10 a.m. Wear civvies.”

  “Okay. Hey, a little something I think you should know,” she said, and told him about the car chase.

  “Could be related, but it’s a stretch. You probably freaked some poor guy out.”

  “In my old granny car? C’mon, he was laughing as he dusted me. I really need some decent wheels.”

  “Why don’t you get some?”

  “Right,” she said, playing with Keiki’s ear. “Ha, ha.”

  “No, really, I’ve got a friend who works at the dealership downtown . . . he’ll find a good deal for you. Let’s go tomorrow after the interview.”

  Lei felt that bubble again, something reckless and wild, something like joy.

  “What the hell. Let him know we’re coming,” she said, and said goodbye. She turned to Keiki. “We’re going car shopping, baby.”

  She had always been careful with money, going to community college in California, being thrifty, and making do. When she arrived in Hilo two years ago, it was with savings she had built up. She’d bought the 1989 Civic for $1500.00 cash and, other than her dog, had no major expenses.

  I really can afford to get a new car, she thought, and grinned.

  Suddenly Keiki barked in the living room, the full-throated baying that signaled a stranger.

  “Keiki! Come!”

  The big Rottweiler continued to bark, her ruff distended, the boom of the dog’s voice almost shaking the walls. Lei grabbed her Glock out of the holster on the headboard, bolted up from her bed, and ran into the room, her gun out.

  “Hello?” she called, but there was no answer except Keiki’s snarling as the dog faced the front door. She signaled Keiki back and put her eye to the peephole.

  There was no one on the little porch. She opened the door and saw the gleam of paper, and bent down to retrieve the note that had been slipped partially under the mat, carefully holding it by a corner.

  “Patrol,” she told Keiki, giving her a hand signal. The dog went silent and trotted around the house, sniffing at the windows, and finally whisked through the dog door to do her circuit outside. Lei knew she would bark if there was anything there. She retrieved a pair of gloves and snapped them on. She sat down at the table and slit the envelope with a steak knife. It was the same computer paper, folded twice around a single sentence:

  I’M THINKING ABOUT YOU. IT BRINGS BACK MEMORIES.

  What the hell did that mean? She battled the urge to crumple the paper and throw it as far away as she could. Instead she slipped it and the envelope into a Ziploc bag. Adrenaline buzzed through her. She hadn’t become a cop so she could sit around waiting to be a victim again and she was sick of being too little, too late. Damn if I’m going to sit here and let him scare me. He must still be nearby.

  She slipped on her running shoes, clipped her cell phone onto her waistband, shrugged into the shoulder holster and whistled for Keiki. The dog streaked back in, still silent. She slipped the choke chain over Keiki’s head. All playfulness was gone as Keiki waited, her triangle ears pricked.

  “Work,” Lei said, giving her the hand signal. She turned off the lights, letting her eyes adjust. She armed the house, pulled the Glock, stepped outside with the dog at her side. How long since Keiki gave the first alarm? Her mind raced, calculating. No more than five minutes, max. The bastard couldn’t have gotten far.

  The street was quiet and deserted except for the blue glow of TVs behind living room windows and pools of yellow street lights here and there. She and Keiki speedwalked down the cracked sidewalk, looking for any sign of movement, straining their ears for anything unusual.

  They got to Tom Watanabe’s house at the end of the block. The Acura was parked in the driveway, the streetlight gilding its chrome. His windows were dark, shades down, no flicker of TV showing.

  There was no sign of anyone up or down the street, and Lei felt a sudden hot rage. Bastard thought he could scare her in her home? She’d give him some fucking memories. The stalker was going to learn the hard way she wasn’t like other women. She’d never be a helpless victim again.

  She knew it could put Keiki at risk, anyone out in the neighborhood at risk, but in a split-second she unclipped Keiki’s leash. If he was still here, Keiki would find him.

  “Go,” she said. The dog shot away, silent as a black arrow, hurtling up the street. Lei ran after her, trying to keep up. She was halfway to the next block when a cacophony of barking started up ahead and she broke into an all out run.

  Her heart sank as she saw one of her neighbors, a plump lady in a muumuu, backed up against her mailbox clutching her fuzzy Shih Tzu. Keiki faced them, growling, her hair on end and ears flat. Her teeth looked enormous as she broke into the fast-paced barking meant to herd and intimidate. It appeared to be working.

  “Help! Oh my God!” The woman shrieked as the little white dog tried to claw its way onto her head. Lei grabbed Keiki’s chain collar a
nd yanked her back onto her haunches.

  “Friend!” she yelled, holstering her gun and making the hand signal where the snarling dog could see it. Keiki was so agitated her hair was standing on end, spit flying from gnashing jaws. Lei gave her another yank and a smack on the haunches to get her attention. The dog finally sat, and Lei made her lie down and expose her belly in submission. Only then did she look up at her neighbor.

  Up and down the street, lights were coming on and the woman’s husband came roaring down the steps, a baseball bat in his hand.

  The woman ran toward him screaming, “She has a gun!”

  “I’m so sorry,” Lei said. “I’m a police officer and I was chasing a suspect. My dog was looking for him.”

  “What the hell?” screamed the husband. “Are you crazy?”

  “I called the police,” yelled another neighbor from her porch. Lei recoiled. This was a nightmare.

  “I’m a police officer,” she repeated to the couple. “I was looking for an intruder . . . I really am sorry. She wouldn’t have hurt you. She was ‘holding’ you for me.”

  The lady had dropped the Shih Tzu at some point and the dog had vanished. She sobbed hysterically as her enraged husband helped her into the house.

  “Tell it to the cops, you crazy bitch! I’m going to tell them to shoot that dog!”

  Lei heard the wailing of sirens in the distance. She sat down on the sidewalk and waited, Keiki flopped beside her, her tongue hanging out.

  “I’m sorry, girl,” she whispered, rubbing her dog’s neck. “This is all my fault.”

  Chapter 12

  Lei rocked a little in her bed, her arms around herself, her eyes shut under the sleep mask. She’d called in sick for the morning, dreading facing anyone in the department. Unfortunately, she still had to go meet Stevens and interview the kid at the high school, or miss out on the chance to help with that. She was sure he would’ve heard about the humiliating interview she’d had with Detectives Ross and Nagata. Bathed in flashing blue-and-red lights and surrounded by hostile neighbors, it had been hard to explain the patrol of her neighborhood that had ended so badly.

  “At least the stalker will think twice about coming by on foot while I’m home,” she said out loud, flinging off the sleep mask. Keiki raised her head to look at her from the foot of the bed. Lei rocked herself some more, but for once it brought no comfort as she thought of the stark terror in her neighbor’s face, the outrage of the woman’s husband, the trembling little white dog they’d found two blocks away.

  I wonder if he was watching? If so he must be laughing his ass off, she thought, and squeezed her eyes shut again.

  Her cell phone bleeped from the side table and she looked at the caller ID before she answered it.

  “Pono. Hey.”

  “Called in sick, huh?”

  “I don’t feel so good,” she said.

  “You’re the owner of one sick puppy, that’s for sure.” He chuckled, but there was an angry edge to it.

  “Very funny. What did you hear?”

  “You and your dog were running around the neighborhood, out for vigilante justice, scaring old ladies out of their wits and waving a gun around. The husband is trying to press charges on you for attempted assault with a deadly weapon and terroristic threatening.”

  “What? The worst I did is disturb the peace!”

  “The dog. Says she’s a deadly assault weapon and you knowingly unleashed her. She was the one doing the terroristic threatening.”

  “Oh my God.” Lei sat up. “I know Keiki scared the crap out of them, but she wouldn’t have attacked.”

  “You say that and, frankly, you’re the only one who believes it. Anyway you shouldn’t have run out there alone with your gun and your dog, Lei! What were you thinking?” His volume was steadily increasing. “You should have had backup. Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve come and helped you!”

  She put her hand over her face. Tears rushed up and stung her eyes like a thousand tiny bees. She tried to control her voice.

  “I just wanted to get him. I’m not going to be a victim again! I didn’t want to let him scare me.”

  “I’m the one scared. And your neighbors . . .” She heard him breathing hard, trying to get control.

  “I’ll call for backup next time,” she said in a small voice. Keiki belly-crawled across the fluffy duvet and licked the tears off her face.

  “I hear that damn dog slurping. Hope she doesn’t get put down.”

  Lei clutched Keiki’s neck as fresh tears welled. The enormity of the trouble she was in hit her and she let out a sob.

  “Oh, God,” Pono exclaimed in a tone of horror. “Are you crying?”

  “They can’t take my dog!”

  “They probably won’t, but only because she didn’t actually bite anyone. I’m just saying, if she’s being seen as a dangerous weapon in the hands of a reckless police officer . . . it’s not good.”

  “I know.” Lei wiped her face on Keiki’s ruff.

  “Did you give them the note?” he asked. She heard the clicking of his keyboard.

  “I did. They said they’d investigate, but what is there to investigate? That’s what I was doing last night!” Her voice ended in a cry of frustration.

  “Okay, yeah. Ross and Nagata entered the note into evidence and they must have seen you had an open case started. I hope that helps, that you were following protocol about that at least.”

  “I can’t believe things got this out of control. If only I hadn’t taken the leash off her . . .”

  “That’s another thing. I think you should stick to the story that you went outside investigating, and she got away from you.”

  Lei battled with herself. It was pride in her well-trained dog that was taking the worst beating: Keiki would never run away from her and go after someone. It was disloyal to say otherwise. It just wasn’t the truth.

  “No,” she said. “I took a risk letting her off the leash. I knew she could find him if he was out there, but that she would confront anyone she found. I shouldn’t have taken that risk.”

  “It’s your ass,” he said. She could tell he was still mad, and they sat there in silence. “I’ll go talk to the Lieutenant. Tell him you were being stalked, and weren’t going to take it.”

  Lei shot out of the bed in agitation, the sheet tangling around her legs.

  “No way. I’ll handle it myself.”

  “Whatever. Just trying to help,” he said, his voice short. “I’ll call you if I hear anything.” He clicked off. Lei sighed as she put the phone down. She had to get ready for the interview at the high school.

  Chapter 13

  At 10 a.m. Lei pulled into the “Visitor” stall at Hilo High School. She’d put on jeans and a tank top and for once her hair was behaving. She hopped out of the car, slamming the door, and a chunk of rust fell out of the wheel well.

  “Stupid granny car,” she muttered. She kicked the tire and it dropped more rust, this time on her athletic shoe.

  “Lei!” Stevens called. She looked up, enjoying the way his long legs ate up the ground as he walked toward her. “I see you remembered to wear your civvies.”

  “Hey,” she said, moving to meet him. “Nice change for me. Where do we go?”

  “Check in at the office first. How’re you doing after your adventure last night?” Braced for teasing, she was almost undone by the concern in his voice. She blinked, slipping her hands into the tight pockets of her jeans. His card was still in there, and she let herself feel its fuzzy edges.

  “Okay,” she said. “But it was scary.”

  “You’ve got friends who will vouch for you at the station. I don’t think those charges will stick. But the whole thing must have been bad.”

  “It was. I shouldn’t have gone out alone after the guy, I know that now, but at the time it just seemed so important not to let him scare me . . .” Her voice trailed off. She looked at the ground.

  He reached out and pulled her close, wrapping his arms aro
und her. It was so sudden she stumbled forward. Her hands were pinned at her sides, and she stiffened instinctively. As he continued to hold her, close but gentle, she slowly relaxed. His chin rested on her head. She closed her eyes, breathing in the warm smell of his shirt. Finally, he stepped back, clearing his throat.

  “Let’s get going. I sent Jeremy to work on another lead since you were coming to this interview—don’t want to intimidate our witness with too many people.”

  She nodded, wordless. His hug seemed to have melted something around her heart. She followed him into the school office.

  They signed in and got visitor badges, and the vice principal showed them to a small study room off the main library area. Stevens got out his portable tape recorder, the file of photos, a notebook, and pen.

  The vice principal returned a few minutes later with a petite Filipino girl. Her long, glossy black hair hung over her face and she peeked at them through the screen of her bangs. She flopped into the molded plastic chair with boneless grace.

  “Hi again, Angela. Remember me, Detective Stevens? And this is Officer Texeira.”

  The girl nodded, dark doe eyes flicking over to Lei and returning to Stevens.

  “Is it okay if we tape this interview?” he asked. “Your parents gave permission for me to interview you.” She nodded, a shy bob of the head. Her earrings swung, a sparkle of silver.

  “Okay. Last time we talked, you told me you had seen Haunani Pohakoa get in a black Toyota truck after school with an older man.”

  She nodded.

  “Please state your response out loud,” Stevens said, giving her an encouraging smile.

  “Yes,” Angela said softly, her eyes still on him. Lei couldn’t help noticing how something about him made even a high school student respond with trust and confidence.

  “When was this?”

  “I don’t know. A week or two before they found them.”

  “Did she say anything to you about this guy?”