Aloha Betrayed by Jessica Fletcher & Donald Bain

Author:Jessica Fletcher & Donald Bain [Fletcher, Jessica & Bain, Donald]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780451466549
Amazon: 0451466543
Barnesnoble: 0451466543
Publisher: NAL Hardcover
Published: 2013-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

He Aha Ka Meahou?—What’s New?

As we drove, I recapped for Mike the brief comments Witherspoon had made at his press conference and my subsequent conversation with the builder.

“Sounds as though you’re not a member of the Witherspoon fan club.”

“You’re safe in saying that, Mike. I found him condescending and arrogant. I probably can think of some more adjectives, but I’m trying to be polite. Oh, I also spoke with a young reporter named LOO-key. He spells it like ‘LUCK-ee.’”

“I know the guy,” he said. “He called my cell phone while I was on my way to the hotel. Told me he’d just spoken to you.”

“He certainly didn’t let any time go by.”

“He’s a nice young man. I’ve met him a couple of times. He’s hot on the Haleakala story. Could do worse than to have a reporter on our side.”

“He wants to write a true crime book about Mala’s death, provided, of course, that murder was involved.”

“If we prove that someone did kill her, I hope he acknowledges us in his book. That would impress my wife.”

“Just learning the truth will be sufficient acknowledgment for me.”

We took our now-familiar route south, parking in the shopping center outside the hotel and walking across the field where the luau had taken place to access the narrow path leading to the house in which Koko lived with his widowed father and grandmother.

“What do you hope to accomplish?” Mike asked.

“I’m not sure, but I have a strong hunch that the boy might have seen something the night Mala died and is afraid to tell anyone.”

“So your idea is to keep showing up until you wear them down?”

“Something like that.”

As we approached what I now thought of as the scene of the crime, Mike said, “Why don’t we try the front door this time. Maybe it will change our luck.”

“If we don’t see anyone in back, we can—”

The house came into view, and it was obvious that something had happened. A patrol car with its lights flashing could be seen on the road in front, and two uniformed officers were on the patio with Koko’s father.

“I hope no one has been injured,” I said as we left the path and stood on the edge of the lawn. One of the officers recognized Mike, waved, and came to us. “’Ey, Kane,” he said.

“Hey, braddah,” Mike replied. “You’ve got a problem here?”

“Not anymore. The man who lives here has a little boy, Kona—adventuresome tyke. We know him well. Mohink’s mother usually takes care of the kid while Dad’s at work at the sugar refinery, but she’s sick; so he brings the kid to work with him. Seems while he’s not watching the boy sneaks off and disappears into the sugar fields. Nothing new; he’s done it before, loves the field for some reason. Anyway, Dad calls us and we send a team to search for the kid, find him hiding there. The father’s real upset, as you can imagine. I told him we’re gonna have to start charging him a finder’s fee the next time.

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