As Krueger was shot she bowed her head, gasped, and wept. She didn’t watch the rest and then was quiet and didn’t say anything for several minutes. La Rosa started to fold down the computer screen to shutdown the laptop. Raveneau quietly reached and stopped her. He could tell. He knew. When Ito spoke again it was without looking up.
‘I have to watch again.’
‘You see something?’
‘I think so, in how he walks.’
Both the shooter and Krueger continued toward the pylons and as she leaned toward the screen and studied the man she said, ‘His last name was Gray or something like that. Colin was his first name, Colin Gray, only I’m not sure that Gray is right. He was one of the two younger men who I think came first with Krueger.’
‘Is he the one who came around more or less?’
‘More, and you should ask the one who was in the Air Force who was also my age and whose name I can’t remember. He knew him, too.’
‘Shay.’
‘Yes, that’s right, Shay. So you really are a detective.’
She tried to smile but was too shaken.
‘How sure are you, Aolani?’
She reached and rested her hand over his. He felt the warmth of her palm as she said, ‘It’s the walk.’ She stared at the screen. ‘I am sure. That’s him.’
FIFTY-FOUR
Coe called as they rose out of Hilo on the Saddle Road. Raveneau put him on speaker phone. The reception wasn’t great, but they could hear.
‘We’ve got an agent along the highway outside the property. He’ll move in when you do. How long before you get there?’
‘At least three hours. We’ve got another stop to make.’
‘Where’s that?’
‘Bradshaw Air Base.’
‘Does he know you’re coming?’
‘His commander does and we’ve got something else. Elizabeth will tell you. She just got off the phone with the state police here.’
‘OK.’
‘Matt Frank shot and killed an intruder last year, a man who entered Casey’s house through an unlocked door at night. He was unarmed. Frank claimed the man started to attack him and he shot him in self defense. One bullet went through his palm and into his jaw. The state police believe he had his hands up, but the shooting was ruled self defense.’
‘Self defense is what you’ll get if you come into my house in the middle of the night,’ Coe said, showing a different side.
‘Point is,’ Raveneau said, ‘we don’t know about him. The agents should be aware. I’m pretty sure he debated taking a shot at me the first time I was here.’
‘I’ll get the word to them. Call when you leave the air base.’
‘You got it.’
As Raveneau ended the call he said, ‘I’m thinking there’s something wrong with this whole Glock story.’
‘Ballistics matched.’
‘Right, but did Casey know the gun was coming to us?’
‘Why would he want us to have the gun?’
‘I don’t know why; I can’t think of a reason why.’
After a quiet, la Rosa asked, ‘What are we going to do with the coconut water can?’
‘Overnight it home and ask the Feds to expedite DNA.’
‘That’s pushing it.’
‘I know.’
After a pause she changed the subject and asked, ‘Is that Bradshaw Air Base coming up on the left?’
‘Yeah, and this is the little park on the right where I was when he drove out.’
As they turned in at the gate at Bradshaw Army Air Field Raveneau did as the lieutenant colonel running the base instructed him. He showed his ID and gave his name, nothing more, and the guard didn’t ask any questions. He said, ‘Welcome to Camp Pohakuloa,’ and then directed them to the old Quonset where Shay was sequestered.
‘Where’s the air field?’ la Rosa asked, and Raveneau pointed out the airstrip.
‘That’s it?’
‘They’re not about flying here. They test artillery and do live fire exercises. That Lava Road you found for me is on the other side of the base outside the fence. It’s for tanks. He’s in this Quonset hut right up here, third one down. The lieutenant colonel said he’d be here. We’re about ten minutes late. I’m going to apologize and then show the lieutenant colonel the photo enhancement comparison the FBI did.’
When they got out of the car the air smelled of dust and the sulphureous pungent smell Raveneau associated with lava rock. Inside the Quonset hut it was cooler and dark. Somewhere further down and outside the building an air conditioning compressor hummed and vibrated. Shay was in a room alone. He sat at a chair at a table waiting with his hands resting on his thighs. He looked anxious and confused.
‘Are those the photos?’ the lieutenant colonel asked.
Raveneau handed them to him and watched him read the FBI notes and then look at the profile comparisons. When he looked up he said, ‘He was arrested yesterday shortly after we talked. He’s had no communication with anyone since but seven phone calls this morning.’
Raveneau was ready for that and handed the lieutenant colonel a piece of paper with the cell numbers as well as business and landline numbers for Tom Casey and Matt Frank. The lieutenant colonel compared that to his list of seven and nodded. He handed both lists back to Raveneau and Raveneau saw that the photo enhancements which were by no means definitive and the phone numbers matching the cells of Tom Casey and Matt Frank had swayed him.
‘We don’t know how he will react,’ Raveneau said, ‘but maybe you can tell us more about him. What’s he like? What do facts mean to him?’
‘They mean everything to him, so do statistics and probability. That’s why he runs the gunnery range.’
‘Do you know anything about his politics?’
‘I can’t say that I do.’
When they entered the room Raveneau carried the photo enhancements with the FBI stamp prominently displayed as planned. His guess was Shay as a career soldier was predisposed to respect law enforcement. He hoped that was so. He knew they would only get one chance and that the photos themselves carried probability numbers that a competent defense lawyer would tear in half.
The lieutenant colonel also entered the room with him but remained standing. He wanted to be there and Raveneau seconded the idea as a reinforcement of authority. But his real hope lay with shock and he was glad to see the computer and monitor arranged so they faced Shay.
‘I think you know why we’re here,’ Raveneau said. ‘We’d like to start by showing you a videotape that arrived at our Homicide office two weeks ago. What we’re going to show you is a digitized version. It’s short and self- explanatory. It was shot in San Francisco January 11, 1989, the day of the killing of Alan Krueger.’
Shay watched him as if from behind a scrim, his eyes flat and opaque as la Rosa slid in the CD and adjusted the monitor. The lieutenant colonel moved closer but kept his eyes on Shay. He saw him flinch and glanced at the screen long enough to know the flinch occurred as Krueger was shot.
As the video finished he asked Shay, ‘Would you like to see it again?’
‘I don’t need to.’
