“You got no woman, Kapua?” Mano tried hard to deflect the slight affront.
“I got me a poi-dog. She one hot Hawaiian-Chinese-Phillipino, haole, Got me pitching tent all night long, dude.” Most Hawaiian’s were of mixed race.
Mano drew a breath. A poi-dog was a person of mixed race. A haole was a visitor, and not necessarily a derogatory term.
Before he could say anything, Hayden had turned to him and said sweetly, “Pitching tent?”
Mano cringed. Hayden knew perfectly well what Kapua meant and it had nothing to do with camping. “That’s… great. She sounds lovely. Look, Kapua, I need to ask you a few questions.”
“Shootz.”
“Ever hear of a big shot underworld figure who goes by the name of Kovalenko? Or the Blood King?”
“All I hear is what’s in the news, brah. He on Oahu?”
“Maybe. How about Claude?”
“Nah. Howlie name like that, I’d remember.” Kapua hesitated.
Hayden saw it. “But you do know something.”
“Maybe, boss. Maybe I do. But your friends over there”—he bobbed his head in the direction of the Waikiki Beach Police Station—“they don’t wanna know. I told them already. They done nothin’.’”
“Try me.” Hayden held the man’s eyes.
“I hear things, boss. That’s why Mano came to see me, right? Well, new money been handing out some fat wads lately, man. New players, all over the scene, partying like they ain’t never gonna see next week.”
“New money?” Mano echoed. “From where?”
“Nowhere,” Kapua said seriously. “I mean, right here, man. Right here. They always been fringe people, but now they rich people.”
Hayden ran a hand through her hair. “What does that say to you?”
“I ain’t plugged into that scene, but I know this. Something’s going down or about to. A lot of people have been paid a lot of money. When that happens, you learn to keep your head down ‘til the bad blows over.”
Mano stared at the sparkling ocean. “You sure you know nothin’, Kapua?”
“On my poi-dog, I swear.”
Kapua took his poi seriously. Hayden indicated the van. “Why don’t you fix us a couple, Kapua.”
“Sure.”
Hayden made a face at Mano as Kapua moved away. “Worth a shot, I guess. Do you have any idea what he’s talking about?”
“I don’t like the sound of something about to go down in my home town,” Mano said and held out a hand for his shave ice. “Kapua. Give me a name, brah. Who would know something?”
“There’s this local boy, Danny, lives over on the hill.” His eyes flicked toward Diamond Head. “Rich. His folks, they bring him up like a howlie.” He smiled at Hayden. “Say, like an American. Nothin’ wrong with that, I guess. But he more serious with the lowlife. He gets off on knowing shit, you get me?”
Mano used his spoon and dug out a great hunk of rainbow colored ice. “Guy likes to pretend he’s a big shot?”
Kapua nodded. “But he ain’t. He just a boy playin’ a man’s game.”
Hayden touched Mano’s arm. “We’ll pay this Danny a visit. If there’s some kind of new threat around, we need to know that too.”
Kapua nodded at the ice cones. “They on the house. But you don’t know me. You never came to see me.”
Mano nodded at his old friend. “Goes without saying, brah.”
Kapua gave them an address, which they programmed into the car’s nav. Within fifteen minutes, they were pulling up just beyond a set of black, wrought iron gates. The property sloped down back toward the ocean so they could only make out the upstairs windows of a big house.
They got out of the car, springs squealing on Mano’s side. Mano put a hand on the big gates and pushed. The front garden made Hayden stop and stare.
A surf board rack. A brand new open-back truck. A hammock slung between two palm trees.
“Oh my God, Mano. Are all Hawaiian gardens like this?”
Mano grimaced. “Not exactly, no.”
As they were about to ring the bell, they heard noises coming from the back. They walked around the house, hands close to their weapons. When they came around the last corner, they saw a young man cavorting in the pool with an older woman.
“Excuse me!” Hayden shouted. “We’re with the Honolulu PD. Quick word?” Under her breath she whispered, “I hope that’s not his mother.”
Mano choked. He wasn’t used to his boss cracking jokes. Then he saw her face. She was deadly serious. “Why would you—?”
“What the hell do you want?” The young man was striding toward them, gesticulating wildly. As he came closer, Mano saw his eyes.
“We got a problem,” Mano said. “He’s strung out.”
Mano let the guy swing wildly. A few big haymakers and he was panting, shorts starting to slide. He showed no awareness of his predicament.
Then the older woman was running at them. Hayden blinked in disbelief. The woman launched herself onto Kinimaka’s back and began to ride him like a stallion.
What on earth had they walked into here?
Hayden let Kinimaka take care of himself. She surveyed the house and the grounds. There was no sign anyone else was home.
At last, Mano managed to shrug the she-beast off. She landed with a wet slap on the gravel that surrounded the pool and began to wail like a banshee.
Danny, if it was Danny, gawped at her open-mouthed, shorts now sliding past his knees.
Hayden had had enough. “Danny!” she shouted in his face. “We need to speak to you!”
She pushed him back into a lounge chair. Jeez, if only her father could see her now. She turned around and emptied the couples’ cocktail glasses and then filled them both with water from the pool.
She flung the water into Danny’s face and slapped him lightly. He immediately started to grin. “Hey, baby, you know I like—”
Hayden stepped back. If handled right, this could be turned to their advantage. “You alone, Danny?” She smiled a little.
“Tina’s here. Somewhere.” He spoke in short breathy sentences as if his heart was working to support a man five times his size. “My girl.”
Hayden breathed an inner sigh of relief. “Good. Now, I hear you’re the man to see if I want information.”
“That I am.” Danny’s ego shone through the haze for a second. “I am that man.”
“Tell me about Claude.”
The stupor took him again, making his eyes appear heavy. “Claude? The black guy who works at Crazy Shirts?”
“No.” Hayden gritted her teeth. “Claude, the guy who owns clubs and ranches all over Oahu.”
“I don’t know that Claude.” Honesty was probably not one of Danny’s strong points, but Hayden doubted he was faking it now.
“How about Kovalenko? Heard of him?”
Nothing leapt in Danny’s eyes. No signs or tells of awareness.
Behind her Hayden could hear Mano trying to sooth Danny’s girl, Tina. She decided it couldn’t hurt to try a different tack. “Alright, let’s try something else. There’s fresh money in Honolulu. Lots of it. Where’s it coming from, Danny, and why?”
The kid’s eyes opened wide, suddenly lit with so much horror Hayden almost reached for her gun.
“It could happen any time!” he cried. “D’you see? Anytime! Just… just stay at home. Stay right at home, boy.” He sounded disturbingly like he was repeating something that had been said to him.
Hayden felt a deep chill creep the length of her spine even as the heat of paradise warmed her back. “What might happen soon, Danny. C’mon, you can tell me.”
“The attack,” Danny said dully. “It can’t be called off because it’s been bought and paid for.” Danny grabbed her arm, suddenly looking frighteningly sober.