Chan sat on his lānai sucking on a Primo beer, looking out over the Honolulu city lights. There was no doubt that his head wasn’t in the game. He wondered what else he might have done, or not done, to screw up the cases.
He knew it was bad, when on a day he forced himself to confront Yu Byung-hi, he was thinking more about Nina Goo.
The front door banged open. Chan turned and watched his son grab something from the refrigerator, then head downstairs to his bedroom. No acknowledgment, no greeting.
His daughter, in her first year at O‘ahu University, could hardly wait to move out of the house. His son was just as distant now.
With his wife’s death, Chan had withdrawn from everything except his job. He’d put all of the energy into his work.
He sipped his beer, felt terrible now about the decline of his relationship with his children.
They’d been told the bullets from the two scenes did not match, nor did any of them match any of the bullets recovered from yesterday’s shoot out at the Mō‘ili‘ili Chop Suey Gardens.
“Whatever you do, boss,” Yamamoto had said as they left for the day, “don’t talk to Nina Goo.”
Chan had been miffed at the comment, but he knew it was true. He had to remove his feelings for her from his thought process, clear the roadblock, start thinking of her as a suspect.
In the murdering of her entire family? And if today’s cases were somehow tied in, what? She would keep killing in order to accomplish what end? Why mastermind not only yesterday’s killings, but the murder of two autobody shop owners and an insurance adjuster?
Chan sensed those curious cars with their dented bodies and purring engines were somehow calling.
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