When we’d passed the narrow spot, we stopped for a minute to regroup. I looked at the map my father had given me, and tried to estimate where we were. If I was right, the park entrance was just below us. If I was wrong, we were screwed-lost in the dry scrub with fire raging around us.
“Did the Whites start the fire?” Akoni asked, as we started up again.
“They set the cabin on fire,” Eli said. “The bastards. They stacked charcoal and kindling along one wall, and poured lighter fluid over it. I could hear and smell what they were doing, and we kept calling them and begging not kill us.”
“Sheila tied lousy knots,” Fran said. “It took a few minutes, but we managed to get untied and get out of the cabin before the fire caught.” She caught her breath in a little gasp. “But the car was gone, and the kids. They’ve got my babies.” She started to cry.
I tried to imagine what might have happened if the Hardings hadn’t been able to get out of the cabin before it burned to the ground. Chances were we’d get there eventually, and in the ashes we’d find two bodies, a man and a woman. We’d discover the charred wreckage of both the Whites’ vehicles, and the easy conclusion would be that they had died in the fire.
We crested a hill, and below us I saw the bottom of the trail. Lidia took calm charge of the distraught couple, leading them off to get cleaned up.
“What about our kids?” I heard Fran ask.
“We’re going to find your kids,” Lidia said. “And when they see you, you want to be all cleaned up, don’t you? You don’t want to frighten them any more than they have been.”
Meekly, Fran Harding nodded.
Sampson let all the units know that the suspects were now known to be armed, dangerous, and holding two small children that they might use as hostages. “Be very careful,” he said into the radio. “I want no accidents.”
I led Akoni and Saunders back up the trail, going off onto a side path we hadn’t explored yet, and I heard someone crashing through the trees just above us and waved the other cops with me to stop. We took up positions on either side of the trail, our weapons aimed and ready. My throat was dry and the smell of smoke was everywhere around us, though we still had decent visibility.
Just ahead of us, I could see two adults blundering through the underbrush. I pulled my gun and stood in the shooter’s stance. “Come out with your hands up!” I called.
The bush parted and the two figures stepped out.
JIMMY AND KITTY
“Don’t shoot,” Jimmy Ah Wong called. “Please.”
He had his arm around Kitty, and she limped down the trail, favoring her right foot. I didn’t know if they were armed, but I was sure they had to be scared. Slowly, I stepped into the trail path a hundred feet ahead of them. I whistled, and Kitty looked up.
I hurried up the trail to them. “I’m so glad to see you,” she said when I reached them. “The Hardings invited Jeff and Sheila White along on the picnic, and we were right, they’re crazy.”
I hugged her, so glad to find that she was all right. She was wearing a light blue polo shirt, torn and stained by smoke, khaki shorts, and sneakers. Then I turned and hugged Jimmy. He looked like crap, wearing a torn and stained t-shirt, board shorts and flip flops. His face was scratched and there was a trail of blood dripping down one cheek.
We started going slowly back down the trail. Akoni led, me with my arm around Kitty, Jimmy almost dancing around us on an adrenaline rush, Saunders covering our backs. Much as I wanted to find the Whites and the kids who were with them, I had an obligation to get Jimmy and Kitty to safety.
Kitty said she’d be better off walking on her own, holding on to the trees for support, and I let her lead the way, watching her carefully, Akoni right beside her. The trail was rocky and narrow, and in places we almost lost it. When I was a kid roaming those paths, they were always so cool and green, overgrown with trees and vines, like another world.
Now that world was a frightening one, the smoke blocking our visibility, every tree root and pebble a hazard. It was hard to catch my breath, and I couldn’t get my heart rate to slow down.
I radioed down to Sampson and told him that I had the two of them, that we were on our way down the trail. I could hear the stress in his voice when he said, “Be careful. The fire’s building all around you.”
Lui and Haoa both radioed in, too, telling me their teams were still hunting. I hoped one of them would find the Whites and the Harding kids before it was too late.
As soon as I was finished on the radio, Jimmy started to talk. “I was walking down Kalakaua this morning. This guy was cruising in his truck, and he pulled up next to me, going real slow.” He looked over at me. “You know.”
I knew.
“He rolled down his window and said ‘Hey.’ We talked for a minute or two and he said he was going to get some beer, and asked if I wanted to come along.”
Jimmy lost his footing for a minute, and I grabbed his arm. He looked over at me, and there was such sadness in his eyes that I wanted to hug him again and promise that it would all be better soon. But we had to get out of the fire before we could think about anything else.
“He said his name was Jeff, and I told him I knew a place we could go.” He lowered his voice so that Kitty and Akoni couldn’t overhear us. “I started fooling around with him, and he was really into it. I got him to drive to the Ala Moana Mall and park in the back of the garage, behind a pillar. Then we, you know.”
I smiled at him, encouragingly. Ahead of us, Kitty was moving slowly, and I could see that every time she touched her right leg to the ground her body shook in pain. Behind us, Saunders was swiveling his head left to right and back again, looking for the fire we were all sure was right on our tails.
“I leaned over to, you know, suck him, and this piece of paper fell out of my back pocket,” Jimmy said. “It was this flyer I picked up at the rally at Waikiki Gateway Park on Monday. I didn’t even remember it was back there.”
I didn’t have to ask-I knew it was the sketch of the sweaty guy we’d been handing out. The sketch of Jeff White.
“He looked at the picture and he had this massive orgasm. I mean, the junk was dribbling out of my mouth, it was coming so fast. And then all of a sudden, he went nuts. He was like, waving the picture around in my face and demanding to know where I got it.”
A blast of smoke blew past us, bringing singeing heat with it. The fire must have been catching up. Saunders said, “You sure you know where we’re going?”
“I’ve been coming here since I was a kid,” I said to Saunders, but really for everyone’s benefit. “As long as we keep going downhill, eventually we’ll get to the park entrance.”
I put my arm around Jimmy’s shoulders and hurried him along. Ahead of us, Akoni was doing the same thing with Kitty, letting her lean on him to relieve the pressure on her bad ankle.
“I tried to get away,” Jimmy said. “I asked the guy for my money, but he wouldn’t give it to me. Then when I tried to jump out of the truck, he grabbed my shirt and wouldn’t let go. I twisted and turned, but he got hold of some rope from the back of the truck and he tied me up. I swear, he must be some kind of cowboy or something.”
Jimmy started crying. “I promised him that I wouldn’t tell anybody, if he’d just let me go. He started up the truck, and I didn’t know what he was going to do.”
Suddenly, the wind changed, and the fire, which had been at our backs, whipped around in front of us, igniting the dry brush just below us on the trail. We couldn’t move any father downhill without walking right into it.
Behind us, the fire that had been chasing us grew closer. I looked at the map my father had given me, and through the smoke and a stand of ironwood trees I managed to see a glimpse of Diamond Head. That helped me figure out our position. We weren’t far from the park entrance, but the easiest route was blocked by the fire.
I radioed down to Sampson to let him know, and as soon as I’d finished Mike radioed to me. He must have
