year.”
“Listen, I’m about to go into the garage, so you’re going to lose me. Just think about it, and we’ll talk more this evening. All right?”
“Okay. I’ll think about it.”
With a click, Rachel was gone.
“So you got the spiel, huh?” a voice behind him said.
Kai turned to see Teresa Gomez. Like the girls, she was already dressed in a tank top and sarong over her bikini.
“Oh yeah,” Kai said. “The hard sell.”
“What’s the verdict?”
“Still thinking about it.”
“Good luck with that. I lasted about five minutes.” She yawned and stretched her arms. “I need to mainline some more coffee.”
Kai followed her back into the kitchen. Lani and Mia stopped giggling and looked at him expectantly.
“Still thinking about it,” he said, eliciting a groan. He handed the coffeepot to Teresa. “I heard you stayed up late with Rachel to continue our conversation after I went to bed.”
“She can’t hear enough about my residency program. Sometimes I think she’s the one who should have gone to med school.” As she filled her mug, Teresa looked at the TV. A TransPac Airlines logo was next to the anchor- woman’s shoulder. “I hope to God it’s sunny today. If I came all the way from Seattle for more rain, I’ll curl up into the fetal position.”
“Don’t worry. The report earlier said no rain is projected, so you and the girls should have great weather today.”
“If it’s your day off, grab your towel and come with us.”
“Day off? I wish. I’m on call today. I have to give a tour this morning, and there’s a paper I’m submitting to the
Teresa appraised Kai’s outfit and began to laugh. “I forgot. We’re in Hawaii.”
He looked down at his clothes and realized why she was laughing. To a Seattleite like Teresa, the flowered shirt, khakis, and tennis shoes he was wearing might seem like weekend wear, but it was perfectly normal office attire for him.
“This is formal wear for me,” he said with a laugh. “Where are you guys boarding?”
“Well,
Kai winced. Because of the holiday, Waikiki would be packed not only with tourists but with locals as well. May was a big month for travelers, and three-day weekends were always popular with American tourists from the mainland. Almost fifty thousand visitors stayed in Honolulu at any one time, and Waikiki claimed most of them. Teresa would be hard pressed to find any peace on the beach.
“I think they just want to check out the eye candy,” she said.
“We do not!” said Lani.
But Mia at the same time said “Yeah!” and Lani turned red.
Kai tried to help Teresa out. “Why don’t you go to Kahana Valley? There’s a great beach there.”
“It’s boring,” Lani said. “If I finally get to go to a beach, I want to go to a good one.”
“What do you mean? We go to our beach all the time.”
“Yeah, right. Only when you’re with me. What’s the use of living three blocks from the beach if I have to wait for you to take me?”
“Here we go,” Kai said. To Teresa: “One time, I saw some kids smoking dope down at the little park that leads to the beach. Now she’s mad that I won’t let her go on her own.”
“If I didn’t live in this compound, I might have someone to go with.”
“Why does everyone call it that?” Kai said.
“I’m sure it’s not because of the barbed wire and security gate,” Lani said, her sarcasm reaching new heights. “Come on, Mia. Let’s get our stuff.”
They ran off to Lani’s bedroom.
“Good God,” Teresa said. “You know the attitudes are only going to get worse as the day goes on. I’ll pay you a thousand dollars to switch places with me.”
Kai laughed and shook his head. “No way. I like having the easy job.” Kai handed her the keys to his Jeep. “When do you think you’ll be back?”
“If I can endure it, I’m thinking around five. That way I’ll have plenty of time to recover before the luau tonight.”
“Perfect,” Kai said. “The boogie boards are in the garage.”
“We’ll get them!” yelled Lani from the other room.
As he and Teresa went outside, Kai paused to turn off the TV. Just before he clicked it off, he noticed a new graphic saying AIRLINER MISSING OVER PACIFIC.
THREE
The rain had been falling constantly for two hours now, but that didn’t keep Yvonne Dunlap from her duties. In her three weeks on the Palmyra Atoll, she had come to appreciate the damp weather, which gave the island a serene quality. Even with 175 inches of rain per year watering the lush vegetation, she could think of worse places to do scientific research. She picked her way across the beach looking for her quarry, avoiding the plastic garbage that marred the otherwise pristine habitat. Dark clouds stretched to the horizon, broken only by an occasional flash of lightning in the distance. The breaking surf and soothing patter of rain were her only companions.
None of Yvonne’s three colleagues on the island had joined her on this excursion. They were back at base camp, working on their computers out of the rain, compiling figures about the nesting habits of sooty terns or analyzing data about the impact of non-native species on the island’s flora.
Yvonne had come hunting much more interesting prey than birds and shrubbery. Her graduate studies in invertebrate biology had brought her to this isolated outpost for one reason. And it didn’t take long for her to spot what she was looking for. She took out her digital camera and approached slowly to add more photos to her collection.
An enormous blue coconut crab scurried up a thick palm tree looking for its favorite food. This rare example looked like it measured three feet across and weighed close to ten pounds, a size that would put most Maine lobsters to shame.
The Nature Conservancy had purchased the Palmyra Atoll as a wildlife preserve. To minimize the impact of humans on the ecosystem, they granted only a limited number of permits to researchers. Yvonne was one of the lucky few, and she reveled in exploring the island’s natural wonders. Rainy mornings like this were especially good for her outings, giving her time to enjoy nature as it was meant to be, alone and in silence. To her, the experience was spiritual.
Yvonne interrupted her photography to jot some notes in her journal. The crab in front of her was one of the finest specimens she’d ever seen, and she wanted a full record of it. At the top of the tree, the crab grasped a coconut in its claws and ripped it open like a ripe melon, tearing at the meat inside. Yvonne was setting her camera to video mode to capture its eating ritual when a great boom echoed across the island. The sound was so loud that she dropped the camera.
The crab, also startled by the noise, dropped from the tree and scuttled back to the safety of its burrow. Yvonne stooped to pick up the camera, waiting for the thunder to abate. She searched for the source of the noise, but the clouds looked uniformly gray in all directions. Nothing suggested a major storm headed their way.
In a minute the sound dissipated, and Yvonne strode over to the hole the crab had disappeared into. She
