“Of what you just said. That you saw me here, two weeks ago, around three a.m.”
“That’s all?”
“Just that. I need some proof that I was here, then.”
“What ever for?”
“I witnessed a crime, just after I left here. I need to establish I was in the area.”
Gunter nodded. “The body they found in the alley. You saw it?”
I nodded.
“I work from three to eleven,” he said. “I sleep in the mornings. I like to sleep in, particularly if I have a guest. Can I come in tomorrow afternoon, before work?”
We agreed, but before we let him go I got his full name, home address and phone, and his work address. He was a security guard at a fancy condo tower. He was thin, but wiry, and you could see he was strong. With his evident muscles and his no-nonsense haircut, you wouldn’t want to mess with Gunter.
“Hallelujah,” Akoni said when Gunter had walked away. “We can go home. And never come back to this place.”
“Never say never,” I said.
LIDIA’S LISTENING
We had to table Tommy Pang’s murder the next morning, because Akoni and I had to attend a training session at the downtown station. Neither of us wanted to go, but since the case wasn’t going anywhere we didn’t have much of an excuse. We spent the morning watching videos and hearing speakers about diversity training, sustainability and community policing. I was interested to note that the diversity training included a section on the rights of gay people.
Akoni called in for messages when we broke at one. “Our buddy Melvin called and said he found a bunch of the receipts from packages Derek and Wayne sent. We ought to swing past his place on our way back and find out what that’s all about.”
“We’ve got Gunter coming in this afternoon for a statement,” I reminded him.
“Why don’t you go back and do that interview yourself,” he said. “I’ll go back to the pack and ship place. We can compare notes later.”
I was back at the station by two, and a little later Gunter showed up. I pulled Lidia Portuondo in with me to take his statement, so that there was somebody else there. Knowing how Peggy Kaneahe and the lieutenant felt, I wanted to be extra careful. And besides, I thought that since Lidia had her own secrets, namely her relationship with Alvy, she ought to be able to keep mine.
Gunter looked a lot more presentable in his work clothes than he did in the torn t-shirt he’d worn the night before. He wore a pressed white shirt with epaulets and a nametag and khaki slacks, and even his buzz-cut head looked more normal in the light of day.
Lidia and I took him into one of the interview rooms. There was a coffee maker on a table against the far wall. “Coffee?” I asked. I poured one for myself.
“I can’t take caffeine,” Gunter said. I motioned him to sit down at the table. “What do you want from me?”
“Just what we told you yesterday. Just write down what happened to you at the Rod and Reel Club on the night of Tuesday the sixteenth.”
“You want me to write down how I blew in your ear?” He leered at me, and I shivered a little. I thought a night with Gunter was more than I was willing to get into.
“You can leave that part out.”
Lidia had just come in from her shift, and her uniform made her look tougher than she did in street clothes, especially with her long brown hair pulled into a bun. She leaned against the wall across from the coffee maker, crossed her arms and listened.
“I think I cruised you for about an hour before I went up to you,” Gunter said, looking up from his writing. “That sound about right to you?”
I held up my hands. “You write it the way you remember it.”
He went back to writing. He finished and then pushed the paper over to me. He wrote in a neat, careful script, crossing his sevens and his Z’s. I had a momentary flash of Gunter as a small boy with the same haircut, painstakingly practicing his penmanship, and then he didn’t seem frightening at all. I picked it up and read through it. It was just as he’d said the night before, and corresponded pretty closely to what I remembered. He wrote that he had first seen me at the bar at about two o’clock or so, and described the couple of times we’d made eye contact. He ended by noting he’d looked out the door of the club and seen me duck into the alley.
I signed the bottom, and then handed it to Lidia for her signature as witness. She read it, and then signed next to my name.
“All right, you can go now,” I said. “Thanks for coming in.”
He stood up. “So, you hang out at the Rod and Reel a lot?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Shame,” he said. “You’re cute.” As he walked past me he casually ran a hand over my chest. “I’m there most nights. If you change your mind.”
Lidia didn’t say anything until Gunter had left the room. “Were you on a stakeout or something? At that club.”
I shook my head. “I just wanted to go there. Kind of dipping my foot in the waters, you know?”
She nodded like she understood and left to sign out. I didn’t say anything specific to her, but I was sure she’d respect my privacy and not spread any gossip.
I went back to my desk. It was time to think about Evan Gonsalves, much though I had tried not to. He fit the description Lou had given us. I knew he had money problems, trying to support Terri in the style she was accustomed to, and I remembered Terri’s suspicions. And he’d known about the black tar bust and could have tipped off Tommy. The other connections we’d made were fuzzier, but possibilities, too.
Akoni finally got back just before the end of our shift. Apparently Melvin Ah Wong had discovered how his son Jimmy had been doing favors for Derek and Wayne, stamping papers with his father’s notary seal and forging his father’s signature. “Melvin thinks Jimmy’s just gullible,” Akoni said. “He doesn’t realize there was anything else going on.”
“That’s good,” I said. We started making copies of all the documents Akoni had brought for Peggy; it was more than likely there was a connection to her theft case at the Bishop Museum, to the smuggling of Hawaiian artifacts that she’d been investigating. While we were standing at the copier, I said, “Listen, I’ve been thinking about Evan Gonsalves some more. You know I know his wife?”
“Yeah, you went to school with her, didn’t you? The Clark’s girl?”
“That’s her. Anyway, she called me a while ago, upset that Evan seemed to have more money than he ought to.”
Akoni pulled the last pages from the copier. “How so?”
I shrugged. “Buying her expensive gifts, paying cash for things. He told her he was doing some security work on the side.”
“Lots of cops do it.” We carried the paperwork back to our desks.
“Yeah, but she was pretty sure he was lying. She asked my advice, and I said I couldn’t really get involved.”
“So where’s this leading? You think he’s the one killed Tommy Pang?”
“I wish to hell I didn’t. Terri’s birthday was last week, and Evan gave her a really nice emerald bracelet. She showed it to me-it came in one of those long, narrow jewelry boxes.”
It was like a light bulb went on over Akoni’s head. “Didn’t Derek say he saw Tommy give the cop a box like that?”
“Uh-huh.”
Akoni slumped back in his chair. “Man, I hate pulling down cops.”
