“He owes me a favor, the asshole. He could have called our parents when he knew there was a story on me, but he wimped out.”
“This won’t be easy, Kimo. You might get in a lot of trouble.”
“I’ve worn a wire before. I’ve set up stakeouts. I know, things could get hairy. But I’m prepared to take that risk. I have to. I set all this in motion and I have to bring it to a close.”
The waitress brought the pizza, and we ate. I told Harry about the other things I had to do to prove what Derek and Wayne had done. “Poor Terri,” Harry said. “She was always a sweetheart. I remember when I had a monster crush on Elise Chung and she gave me lots of advice. She even went with me when I got my hair cut and told the barber just what to do.” He sighed. “That was the best haircut I ever had.”
“You’re a sap,” I said. “You got a quarter? I need to make a phone call and I don’t want to use my cell in case they have caller ID.”
“Sure.” He handed me the quarter and I walked to the back of the pizza parlor, where the pay phone was mounted on the wall. I dialed Derek and Wayne’s number, and Wayne answered.
“Wayne, it’s Kimo Kanapa‘aka,” I said. “How’s it going?”
“Kimo.” Even his voice was sexy. For a moment I wasn’t sure I could go forward with my plan, but I knew I had to. “Heard about your troubles.”
“Yeah, most of the island has by now. It’ll get to my auntie on Kaua‘i pretty soon.”
“Maybe we can get together,” Wayne said. “I could give you some advice.”
“Who knows? I might see you at the Boardwalk sometime. You do go there, don’t you? By yourself?”
“I can.” He lowered his voice. “Friday night?”
“I think I can be there then.” I cleared my throat. “Can I talk to Derek?”
“Sure, hold on.”
“Hey, Wayne,” I said. “What kind of underwear do you wear?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
Derek picked up the phone a minute later. “What’s up? I thought you were suspended.”
“I am. This is more a personal thing. It’s about a mutual acquaintance we have, somebody who knows you through your family. I’d rather talk to you about it in person, if that’s okay.”
“Sure. You want to come by here, or meet at the club, or what?”
“I can come by the club. How about tomorrow, like two o’clock.”
“That’ll work.” We said our goodbyes and hung up. I walked back to the table where Harry was paying the bill.
“Harry, I can pay.”
“You don’t know where your next paycheck is coming from. I can treat you once in a while.”
I shook my head. “Well, I hate to eat and run, but I’ve established that Wayne and Derek are both home. I’m going to run over there and take pictures of their cars.”
“You can’t do that by yourself. You need a lookout. What if they see you?”
“I don’t want to get you involved. I’ve gotten too many people in trouble already.”
“You’re my friend. I’m already involved. Come on, let’s get a move on.”
While we drove, I called my brother Lui and made a date with him for lunch the next day. “What’s up?” he asked.
“I don’t want to talk about it over the phone.”
“Are you mad at me?”
“You wouldn’t ask the question if you didn’t think I had a right to be, but, no, I’m not mad at you. I’m sorry I put you in a bad situation.”
“I should have called Mom and Dad. But I figured you’d already talked to them. I didn’t know you were holed up in your apartment with the phone off the hook.”
“Your reporter could have told you,” I said. “But come on, I don’t want to argue with you, Lui. Just name the time and place for lunch.”
We agreed to meet at noon at a little coffee shop around the corner from his station. “You talk to Mom at all?” he asked before we hung up.
“Last night,” I said. “She was all right.”
“She laid into me the other day for not calling them. You think you can tell her to lay off?”
“I can try,” I said. “See you at noon.”
We parked around the corner from the high-rise in Kaka‘ako where Derek and Wayne lived and walked over to their building, a luxury condominium with valet parking and an underground garage. While the valet was in the lobby chatting with the security guard, we slipped through a fire door that had been propped open and into a stairwell that led to the garage. “How are you going to tell which ones are theirs?” Harry asked.
“While you were hacking into Tommy’s computer, I was chatting with Arleen. She was telling me how egotistical Wayne and Derek both are-they have vanity license plates, DEREKS and WAYNES. If I were still on the job, I could just run a DMV check, but instead we’ll just have to find the cars that match those plates.”
We looked around. The garage was about half-empty, which was good for us. Even better, the parking bumpers had unit numbers painted on them. It was harder to figure out how the numbers ran. They seemed to go in sequence for a while, then have a break and a bunch of random numbers in them, and then resume again in order, and so on.
‘This is the goofiest system,” I said. Harry stood there, lost in thought. “Harry? You still with me?”
“It is a system. There’s a pattern here. See, wherever the garage is completely sheltered, the numbers run in sequence. Wherever there’s a grating, they jump out.”
“So?”
“So when they first assigned parking spaces, they must have given one good space to every unit. Then I’ll bet people started wanting second parking spaces, so they got these ones that aren’t so good, that were probably intended as guest spaces originally.”
“Fascinating,” I said dryly. “So find me the spaces for unit
1612.”
“You take the sequential ones,” he said. “I want to see if I can find a pattern in the non-sequential ones.”
I shook my head and walked down the aisle. Once a geek, always a geek. It was a little spooky in the garage, open and brightly lit and echoing, and I wanted to get out as soon as possible. I found the space for #1612 easily and took a couple of pictures of the big black Jeep Cherokee that was parked there. It had a Yale sticker on the back windshield and the vanity plate I expected, WAYNES.
Alarm bells started going off in my head. A black Jeep Cherokee, just like the one I had seen peeling away from the Rod and Reel Club the night Tommy Pang had been murdered. Was Wayne the guy Evan and I had both seen dragging Tommy’s body down the alley? Were Wayne and Derek responsible not just for Evan’s murder, but for Tommy’s as well? And if they’d killed Tommy, then why had they killed Evan?
All those thoughts were ricocheting around my brain when I saw Harry down the aisle waving toward me. Just then I heard the engine noise of a car coming down the ramp. I waved to Harry and we both ducked behind cars.
The valet squealed around the curve and slid into a space, stomping the brakes at the last minute as the concrete wall loomed ahead of him. We get our thrills where we can, I thought. The valet, a cute blond guy in tight white shorts and a white shirt with epaulets, jumped out of the car and jogged back up the ramp.
I hurried down to the white BMW convertible Harry had found. It had a Yale bumper sticker, and a vanity plate that read DEREKS. I snapped my pictures and we got out of the garage.
Back at my truck I showed Harry the Polaroids. They were pretty standard shots, showing the front and side of each car, along with the license plates. They were both in mint condition, not a ding or a dent, nothing to identify them to witnesses.
It was almost ten by then, and I drove Harry back to his condo and then went home myself. I watched the
