all at once, or youâre going to have to catch mice.â
Fang kept looking at her, and Storm reached down and stroked her. âIf I spend the night, Iâll call Robbie to come over and play with you.â The cat made a satisfied murrrp noise, and rubbed against Stormâs legs.
***
Stormâs phone rang as she was negotiating a sharp curve through Kahuluâu. She downshifted the Beetle, followed the car in front of her around the heavily shaded bend in the road, shifted into third, and picked up her phone.
âStorm,â Benâs voice said. âCan you talk?â
âBriefly, Iâm driving.â
âOkay. Itâs probably not a big deal, but I thought Iâd tell you that your cousin didnât come home Monday night after surfing. His girlfriend is a friend of mine. She asked me Tuesday morning if Iâd seen him. They were supposed to get together.â
âShe called you?â
âNo, I went out to Chunâs Reef for dawn patrol. She was there with a couple of friends.â
âWhat about last night?â
âI donât know. I went to Chunâs again this morning, but didnât see her. I heard she was at Outside Himalayas, though. That was some big surf,â he added, âand people are talking about a new tow-in contest.â
âDoesnât sound like sheâs too upset. What do you think?â
âShe was probably looking for him. Sheâs not the type to let on sheâs worried.â Ben paused. âUm, he kind of has a reputation.â
Surprise, surprise, Storm thought.
âBut heâs been seeing Sunny for a couple months now. I mean, without messing around. Thatâs why I thought Iâd see if you knew anything.â Ben paused. âPeople talk and she may have heard, but I didnât want to bring it up.â
âYou probably know more about his friends than I do,â Storm said. âLook, Iâm on my way out to Haleiwa to see your mom, so Iâll give you a call this afternoon.â
Storm ended the call and gripped the steering wheel. Ben had seemed more concerned that Nahoaâs girlfriend would find out Nahoa was cheating than he was about his disappearance. And the girlfriend was out surfing, but then again, thatâs where she figured she might see him.
His friends might not be losing sleep, but Storm felt a niggling anxiety. Few of the people whoâd seen the lei o manÅ on Saturday knew what it meant in terms of Hawaiian legend. They looked at it merely as an artifact. At the most, a challenge. But the person who sent it knew it was a threat.
And a threat is still a threatâmaybe a worse oneâif the person on the receiving end doesnât recognize it as such. Storm wondered about surfer Ken Matsumotoâs death. As a Japanese national, would he or any of his friends know if heâd received a threat by way of an artifact? A half mile down the road, Storm pulled into Kaâaâawa Beach Park and dialed the Honolulu Police Department.
âDetective Brian Chang, please,â she said to the receptionist.
She considered it a stroke of luck that Brian, Leilaâs boyfriend, picked up his line.
âHey, Storm. Wish I could have been with you this weekend. Robbieâs talked of nothing else. Whatâs up?â
âI wish you could have been, too.â Storm could hear the rattle of papers in the background, as if someone were giving him forms to sign. âBrian, did Leila tell you about that package my cousin received?â
âRobbie did. A club with sharkâs teeth. One of those Hawaiian warrior things, I gather. Robbie said it was cool.â
âNahoa handled it pretty well, and he didnât let on that it could be a threat.â
âA threat?â The background paper shuffling ceased.
Storm took a deep breath. âDo you know if Ken Matsumoto got any packages before he died?â
âI donât think so. It
R. C. Farrington, Jason Farrington