Sons (600)

For a second it looked like Chan’s face was carved in granite.  Then he relaxed, sipped his coffee.

Dr. Kamaka came back in and examined the man.

“I think we’d better go now,” he said.  “I’d rather lose him trying than letting him lie here too long.”

He went out and returned with two attendants.  They wheeled the man out.

The Lieutenant asked, “About how long do you think it’ll be?”

“I can’t say for certain, but maybe six or seven hours.”

“I need to speak to him as soon as possible.  I’ll be back.”

The doctor left.

“Are you going to wait?” Chan asked.

“Me?  Why, no, I’m not.  Why would I wait?”

“If he were your father, maybe?”

I shook my head.  “No way.  Like I said, even if that’s true, he abandoned us.  I don’t care what happens to him.”

Chan nodded.

“Lieutenant, why are you so anxious to talk to him?  Why is he so interesting to you?”

Chan looked out the window for a long moment, then back at me.  “It’s what you say you heard him say last night.”

I thought back.  “You mean the Korean gibberish?”

“No, no, not that.  It’s that he mentioned ‘Yu.’”

“Me?”

“No, not you, you, I mean ‘Yu,’ Y-U.”

“Say what?”  I shook my head.  “Why is it Y-U and not Y-O-U?”

Chan smiled.  “We’re confusing ourselves here.  Can I drive you home?”

I agreed.  Even though the busses would have started running again, I was too tired to wait and ride.

As we walked to the parking lot and all the way driving home, Lieutenant Chan filled me in on the history of Korean criminal activity in Hawai‘i.

“So the original head was Kang Yu.  He retired back to Korea and left the business in the hands of his son, Byung, and his grandson, Jason.  Both of them were, ah, they died, Jason the night Kennedy was assassinated, Byung the next day.

“Kang returned to Honolulu for the funeral. He stuck around long enough to install his new local chief of staff, his granddaughter, Gi. She’s a lawyer, high-powered, one of the first women admitted to Harvard Law. It was, we thought, both she and her husband who were going to run things, but he disappeared, presumed dead, probably killed by Kang’s people. Rumor was that Kang despised him, so it makes sense.

“So for the past two years, his granddaughter appears to be turning the family business legit, and that’s making it harder for us to get any of them behind bars. She’s branched out into real estate in a big way, but, you know. If they’ve become real estate development saints, I’d be mightily surprised.”

We were nearing the condo.  “So you think it’s this person Gi Yu, rather than me Y-O-U, he was raving about?”

Chan shrugged.  “Her, her grandfather, some other Yu spawn we’re not aware of.  But, of course, it could be you you.”

He paused.

“My grandfather tried to nail Kang, my father too.  That guy has more lives than a herd of cats.”

We pulled into the driveway.  I sat, not opening the door.  “You think this Kang Yu was responsible for your dad.  For his disappearing?”

The Lieutenant stared straight ahead, that granite look again.  “I would bet my life on it.”

I watched him drive away.  I went up, took a quick shower.  I wouldn’t be much good for the rest of the day.  The sun was rising.

It struck me, as I was drifting off to sleep, that Lieutenant Chan and I had both lost our fathers.

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sons

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