Mahu Fire (26 page)

“My hero,” Jimmy said.

“I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew something had to be wrong. I peeled the duct tape off his mouth, and he told me that Jeff was the guy in the picture.”

She looked over at her dad. “Sometimes it takes me a while to listen to you, but everything you’ve been saying for years finally kicked in. I know I’m not a cop, that the best thing I could do was call you. But I couldn’t get a cell signal up there, so I had to get Jimmy out of there and get down to the bottom of the hill.”

“Smart thinking,” Sampson said.

“It took me forever to untie the knots around Jimmy’s wrists. I kept looking up at the cabin, worrying that at any minute, Sheila or Jeff or one of the Hardings would come out and see me there, and know that the game was up. I was so nervous I was sweating, and my fingers and hands were slippery. I finally just made myself stop trembling, and eventually I got the knot undone.”

She looked over at Jimmy and squeezed his hand again. “We worked together to get his feet loose. Finally he was able to jump out of the truck, and we started going down this trail.”

“Kitty was awesome,” Jimmy said. “She kept us off the road, because she thought Jeff might come after us in his truck. And then we smelled the smoke, and I was like ready to lose it, and she calmed me down. Then we came to this steep part, and she was so brave. She went first, to make sure it was safe for me.”

“I wasn’t careful enough,” Kitty said. “I was picking my way down, one step at a time, holding onto rocks and trees, when this little tree I was holding gave way. I lost my balance and started sliding. It was awful. I was scared I was going to hit my head on something and die.”

She smiled over at Jimmy. “You should have seen Jimmy. He jumped over everything like he was some kind of mountain goat, and he landed right next to me. I hurt my ankle, but he helped me stand up. I wanted him to go on and find help, but he wouldn’t leave me.”

“We could smell the fire,” Jimmy said.

“We hobbled on for a while, but my ankle hurt, so we stopped by this big boulder. And then I heard Caitlin Harding crying. We thought that it was Fran and Eli, and I was so relieved.”

“But it wasn’t,” Jimmy said. “It was creepy Jeff and his wife. With those other people’s kids.”

Kitty continued, “We sat behind the rock, and we heard the footsteps coming. As soon as I saw Cole, I was ready to jump up, but Jimmy was smart, and he held me back. That’s when we saw it wasn’t Fran and Eli with the kids, but Jeff and Sheila. She sent Jeff one way down the trail with the kids, and she started coming toward us.”

She looked over at Jimmy and smiled at him. “Sheila got closer and closer. There was no way we could move without attracting her attention, and there was no way she wouldn’t see us if she kept coming. I was desperately trying to think of a plan when Jimmy got up. I reached for him, miming madly for him to stay put, but he wasn’t paying attention. I was so scared for him when I saw him creeping around through the woods, trying to get around behind Sheila.”

Her bangle bracelets jangled a little, and I could see her nerves flaring up again. “I was so scared. I just didn’t think Jimmy could do anything.” Looking at him, she said, “I’m sorry, Jimmy. I thought you were just the kind of kid who watched too many violent TV shows and movies, that you thought you could take on the bad guys because on TV the good guys always won.”

“I surprised myself,” Jimmy said. “But I never would have tried anything if it wasn’t for Kimo.”

I looked at him, but Kitty had resumed her story. “I tried to get up but my leg wouldn’t hold me. When Jimmy jumped out in front of Sheila, I was totally surprised. He kicked the gun out of her right hand. He stumbled regaining his balance, but he made a fist and swung his arm at her stomach like a club.”

“That’s what I learned from you,” Jimmy said. “At the teen center. You taught us that stuff.”

Sampson glanced at me, and I’m sure he was wondering exactly what I was teaching those kids. But Akoni nodded, and I felt good knowing that he trusted me no matter what I did.

“I could almost hear her breath come out of her body,” Kitty said. “She fell backwards to the ground, and she hit her head on the dirt trail. We’d just left her behind when we ran into you.”

“You mean Sheila White’s up there on the trail?” I asked. “Why didn’t you say that first?”

OUT OF THE FIRE

Both Kitty and Jimmy looked like they were ready to cry.

“I’m going back up there,” I said to Sampson. “We weren’t that far up the trail when we found the kids, and the fire’s already been past there. If Sheila White’s still up there I can bring her down.”

“Right behind you, brah,” Akoni said. We hurried up the ridge, and it was good to have my partner back again, even if only for a short while.

“Be careful,” Sampson called to us. “Keep your radios on.”

Akoni and I passed Lui and his team coming down. I wanted to embrace my brother, thank him and thank Pele, too, for bringing him safely back, but I was worried about the Harding kids, and what could be happening to them up on the mountain with Jeff and Sheila White.

The fire had burned to our left, and we were able to take the right-hand trail up to the rise where Kitty and Jimmy had first appeared to us. Because of the shifting wind, it was still unscorched.

From there, the trail turned, and I crept forward, Akoni covering my back. I could see ahead to where a woman lay sprawled on the path. I listened but I couldn’t hear anything, and I didn’t see her moving. I crept forward, foot by foot, until I reached her.

Apparently, Sheila White had hit her head on a rock when Jimmy knocked her down, and there was blood pooling all around her. Training my weapon on her, I kneeled down and felt for a pulse.

There was a faint one, and she stirred at my touch.

“Jesus, it’s you!”

I looked up, and ahead of me on the path stood Jeff White. He had two small, blonde children with him, a boy and a girl.

“Freeze,” Akoni said, drawing his gun.

I stood up quickly and pointed my gun at White, too. “It’s all over now, Jeff,” I said. “Throw down your weapons and stay right where you are.”

“It’s not over.” He reached out and pulled the girl in front of him. He held her with his left hand and pointed his gun at her with his right. “What did you do to Sheila?”

“I didn’t do anything. I’ve been out here looking for you, Jeff, and I just found Sheila here.”

“I don’t believe you. You killed her.”

“Your sister’s not dead, Jeff. It looks like she fell and hit her head on the ground. But we’ve got to get her out of here before the fire catches up with us.”

“I don’t…. Sheila is the one who always told me what to do.” Tears began to run down his face, but he kept the girl and the gun in position.

“Did she know you were gay?”

“What? I’m not queer.”

“Sure you are.” I started moving toward him, in tiny increments. “You picked up a male prostitute, didn’t you? He’s just a boy, you know. Sixteen.”

“I don’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“He told me about you. He told me you picked him up to have sex this morning. Straight guys don’t pick up teen-aged boys for sex, Jeff.”

“It… it… it wasn’t like that. I was just going to give him a lift and he … he came on to me.”

“Why did you do it, Jeff? Why did you bomb the Marriage Project and then kill Charlie Stahl? Were you scared about being gay?”

I was only about fifty feet from him by then. “I’m not gay!” he said. “I’m… I’m… confused. If Sheila knew I’d been thinking about guys, she’d have killed me.”

“Why did you kill the old man? Did you try to have sex with him?”

“The old man? You mean the homeless guy?”

“Yeah. His name was Hiroshi Mura.”

“I didn’t kill him. Sheila did. She’s always been the best at everything. She shoots way better than I do. She’s the one who learned how to make bombs. I just did whatever she told me.”

“Why don’t you let the little girl go,” I said. “Put the gun down. I’ll take you downtown myself. I promise I’ll take care of you.” He seemed to hesitate.

I’d been wrong about the fire. I thought it had used up all the fuel in that part of the park, that we were safe. But as I stood there across from Jeff White, I could hear the fire had returned, feel the heat, smell the smoke. The kids were so frightened they were paralyzed, but at any moment they could start crying or screaming again, which would make it that much harder to get Jeff White to focus on me. I was also worried that Haoa and his team were going to stumble on us any minute, adding yet another unpredictable element.

Then Pele stepped in once again. Although I can’t say I believe in the old Hawaiian religion, as a surfer I’ve often seen the power of nature and felt that it’s possible there is a divine hand guiding it. Maybe Pele was angry that someone else had started a fire, or maybe one of the other gods or goddesses that protect the islands alerted her and asked her intervention.

First there was a big cracking noise, and some ironwood trees off to the right caught on fire. They lit up the area brightly, distracting all of us for a moment.

I’ve tried since then to piece together what happened next. I think the little boy, Cole, must have tried to free his sister then, starting to pummel Jeff White’s leg. Jeff lowered the gun hand for a minute to fight the boy off.

That’s when Haoa and his team came bursting through the trees from the left. Jeff was clearly scared. He turned and let go of Caitlin, then raised his hand and started to shoot, first at me, then at Haoa and his team. I quickly dropped into a crouch, balanced my arm as best I could, and shot, hoping for the best.

It was all chaos after Jeff White fell to the ground. The fire was raging around us, and the air still rang with the sound of our gunfire.

I had to take a minute to evaluate. I was feeling shaky, but I hadn’t been hit in the crossfire. Neither had Haoa or the two uniforms with him—Frank Sit, and another guy I didn’t know. Tony Lee and Steve Hart had both gotten what looked like shallow wounds.

Jeff White was sitting on the ground sobbing, holding his upper arm, which was bleeding. He’d dropped his gun, and the kids had run to Akoni, who had them both wrapped in his beefy arms. Cole Harding had a bullet wound in his upper chest and he was breathing shallowly, the blood dripping onto Akoni’s shirt as my partner talked soothingly to both kids. Caitlin was sobbing and shaking, but she’d nestled her head against Akoni’s bulk.

I inched over to Jeff and picked up his gun. But it was clear that all the fight had gone out of him. I helped him stand, and though I knew he had done terrible things, I couldn’t help feeling sorry for him. I’d been stuck in the closet myself, and I knew what that was like.

By then it was incredibly hot, and the sweat was pouring down all of us. Haoa took Caitlin Harding from Akoni, and said, “We’ve got to get out of here before the fire comes back.”

We started down the path, Haoa leading, with the little girl cradled against him. Akoni went next, carrying Cole Harding. When we’d worked together, he and his wife had been thinking about kids, and I hoped that they would start soon. For a big man, he could be very delicate, and like with Haoa, kids could feel the good spirit flowing out of him.

Steve Hart and Tony Lee went next, holding each other up. Both were bleeding, and I hoped that they were only flesh wounds, and that they’d make it down safely to the paramedics.

I picked up Sheila White and slung her over my shoulder, just as I’d done with Sandra Guarino after the Marriage Project bombing. Jeff White stumbled behind me, with Frank Sit keeping his gun trained on him. Within moments the flames were licking at our backs, and we had to run, as best we could, down the slippery, twisting mountain path.

It felt like we were souls trying to escape from hell, noise and heat and flames all around us. I wanted to pray but I was too intent on finding the next safe place to put my foot down, holding onto Sheila White and saying, “Stay with me, bitch. I want to see you alive and behind bars.” And I didn’t want Jimmy Ah Wong to ever feel he’d been responsible for her death.

A loud noise erupted to our right, and I was sure that there was another set of flames about to hit us—but it was a pair of wild pigs, racing through the underbrush trying to find a safe place away from the fire.

A minute later, we ran right into a line of firefighters, Mike among them, and they managed to beat the flames back enough so that we could get clear. I hated leaving Mike behind, fighting the fire, but I knew I had no choice. I had to get the people I was responsible for to safety.

JEFF’S STORY

We came around the last curve to see the park entrance below us. Eli and Fran Harding rushed forward to embrace their kids, and soon after a rescue chopper airlifted Cole Harding to The Queen’s Medical Center, his sister and his parents going along. Once the Hardings were gone, Lidia Portuondo took charge of Kitty and Jimmy, making sure their wounds were treated and they got some fluids in them.

Sheila White woke up while the paramedics were giving her oxygen, though she refused to say anything. Jeff White stayed with Frank Sit behind a fire engine until and an ambulance had taken her away to check on her concussion and a couple of second-degree burns. Gary Saunders was still coughing, so he went along to get checked out and make sure Sheila remained in custody.

I was drenched in sweat, and the healing burns on my back itched like crazy, but I had to talk to Jeff White before he was taken away for booking. Sampson got a digital tape recorder from his car, and Frank Sit brought White over to the picnic table, standing alertly a few feet back in case White decided to bolt.

Sampson sat next to me as I read White his rights again. He shrugged when I asked if he understood them.

“You have to say something for the tape,” I said.

“I understand,” he said.

“Why don’t you tell us what’s been going on, Jeff,” I said gently.

“Ever since we were kids, Sheila’s been the boss. When we were teenagers, we started, you know, fooling around.”

He looked up at me, and I could see that tears stained his face. “I love her. Just not the way she wants.”

“Must have been tough for you in Texas,” I said. “Hiding.”

He nodded. “That’s why Sheila said we had to leave. When our parents died, we inherited a little money, and we decided to take a vacation together. We came here, and Sheila decided that we should move here, start over in a place where nobody knew us.”

“How’d you come to start your church?” Sampson asked.

“We were looking for a business to start,” Jeff said. “I wanted us to buy a copy shop, but Sheila and I had been lay ministers in our church in Texas, and she thought we should start a church instead.”

I looked over at Sampson. Just a business decision, I guessed.

“Sheila was really upset over the whole gay marriage thing,” Jeff said. He looked down at the rough wood of the picnic table. “I think she knew—about me. And maybe she was worried that I would leave her if I found some guy. She got crazier and crazier, especially with those gay guys next door, and with the rooster down the street. The damned rooster used to wake us up every morning, and Sheila hated that.”

He looked up at me. “She had her routines, you know. She liked everything to be quiet in the morning—I wasn’t even supposed to talk to her. She’d put on her headphones and go for her run, and by the time she got back she liked me to be up and have breakfast on the table.”

I was starting to get a picture of life in the White house, and it only made me pity Jeff even more. “One day she came home from her run and she told me that she’d shot the rooster, and then the homeless man. I didn’t know anything about it until she told me. I mean, I knew the old guy, he was kind of creepy, always spying on what people were doing. He told her he knew about what we were doing in the back yard, and so she didn’t have any choice. She had to shoot him.”

“What made you want to bomb the Marriage Project party?” I asked.

“Sheila saw this show on TV about the bombings in Oklahoma. She got really interested in that sort of thing, started investigating how to make bombs, how to set fires. We practiced on a couple of places—all places she said deserved it.”

“Yeah, small businessmen trying to make a living,” I said.

“I couldn’t do anything. It was like, Sheila said we would do something, and we did it.”

“So you rented a tux and went to the party. You left the bomb in the bathroom?”

“I was so scared. I was sweating like crazy. I was afraid Sheila might not have gotten the fuse right, and it would have blown up on me.”

“Why’d you come to the rally at Waikiki Gateway Park?”

“Sheila was so pissed that it looked like those people were going to get their offices back. She said we had to do something. She was always a great shot with a gun. We used to go out and shoot prairie dogs.”

I just didn’t want to listen to him any more. There would be plenty of time to go over his story in endless detail, but right then, despite the pity I felt for him, I was afraid I might punch him in the gut. His failure to confront his sister, and his sexuality, had led to untold damage, and the deaths of three men: Hiroshi Mura, Wilson Shira, and Charlie Stahl. They’d had nothing in common other than being in the way of Sheila White’s murderous lunacy, and her brother had done nothing to stop her.

I looked at Sampson, and I could see he felt the same way. “Let’s wrap this up,” I said. We finished the formalities for the tape, and then Frank Sit took Jeff White downtown for booking. I know I’d promised him I’d go with him—but that was one promise I didn’t mind breaking.

The fire raged on for another hour to so, until the wind shifted and a band of rain showers blessedly swept down from the tops of the mountains and put out most of the flames.

Lieutenant Sampson, Kitty, Jimmy, my family and I regrouped at Uncle Chin’s house. The gamblers were still there, as if a forest fire hadn’t been raging next to them, as if nothing had gone on all day other than the game.

The paramedics had wanted to take my dad in again for smoke inhalation, especially after his experience at the Marriage Project bombing, but he’d refused, and he did seem to be breathing better, sitting with my mother, Aunt Mei-Mei and Genevieve Pang on picnic benches in the back yard.

An ocean breeze had come up, blowing the smoke from the park fire back up into the Ko’olaus, and the sun had come out. A rainbow stretched high above us.

I kept worrying about Mike, even as we walked through a quick post-mortem on what had happened, making sure no one else was trapped on the mountain.

“So what are we going to do with you, now, son?” Sampson said to Jimmy when we were finished.

“Can he stay here with Mrs. Suk?” I asked, motioning toward where Aunt Mei-Mei sat, Genevieve Pang holding her hand like a dutiful daughter-in-law, even though her own husband was dead, her son in jail.

“She does have custody of him,” Kitty said. “Temporarily, at least.”

Sampson shook his head. “That was invalidated when he ran away.”

“Who says he ran away?” Kitty asked. “He went out for a walk, and Jeff White kidnapped him. That’s not running away.”

“Kitty,” Sampson said, but she stood her ground. He looked from her to Jimmy, who was standing silent. “Why did you run away from the Suks’ house in the first place?” he asked.

Jimmy looked down at the ground and scuffed his feet. “I had to go to the bathroom,” he said finally.

We all looked at him. That didn’t sound like a reason to run away from a good home.

He looked up. “When I got back to the lanai, Mr. Suk was lying there in his chair. He was dead. And I was so scared that it was my fault. I could see he’d been reaching for his pills, and if I’d been there…”

“You couldn’t have done anything,” I said. “I heard it from the medical examiner. Uncle Chin’s heart attack was too much for him, even if he’d gotten a pill.”

The relief was evident on Jimmy’s face. “You’re not going to run away any more, are you?” Sampson asked him.

“No, sir. Kitty and I talked a lot when we were up there. She says the only way I’m going to make my life better is to start trusting some people, and go back to school, and work hard, and become responsible for myself.” He paused. “So can I start with you? Trusting you, I mean?”

Sampson looked at me and I looked back at him. “All right,” he said, after a while. Jimmy got up and hugged him, and then shyly went over to Aunt Mei-Mei, who rose and began to fuss over him.

A paramedic had taped Kitty’s ankle up, and after she and Sampson had said goodbye to everyone, she hobbled away with her dad, leaning on him. I was happy she had him in her life—and equally happy I had my own father and mother, my brothers and their families.

My father asked if I wanted to spend the night at their house, and there was a hopefulness in his eyes that I wanted to respond to. I knew that I would have to make more time for him and my mother in the future, to make sure that they knew how much I loved them before something else bad happened. But I had one more thing I had to do that night. My family was expanding beyond the one I had been born into.

I shook my head and said my good-byes. But instead of heading for home, I drove my truck up St. Louis Drive to Ruth Place, the entrance to Wa’ahila State Park. Along the way I passed a black pickup with red and orange flames painted along the side, parked by the side of the road.

There was one fire truck from the Twenty-Two company left up there, and a couple of cops cleaning up the road block. They left as I went over to the truck.

A single fireman was there, and I asked him if he knew Mike whereabouts. “I’m Detective Kanapa’aka. I’ve been working with him on this case.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” he said. “Let me see if I can raise Mike on the radio.”

I stood there in the damp, smoky air waiting for a response from Mike. “Yeah, he’s just up the road,” the fireman said, pointing uphill. “He’s on his way down.”

I took a deep breath. I didn’t realize until then how scared I had been. Scared for the safety of the innocent people on the mountain, Eli and Fran Harding and their kids, Kitty Sampson and Jimmy Ah Wong; for the houses in St. Louis Heights, homes of my parents and their friends and neighbors. For my brothers, out on the trails of the mountain with fire on one side and two crazy killers on the other. For myself. And for Mike.

I was on the other side of what my family must have felt about me, what the husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends and family had to feel about my fellow officers every day. I wondered if this was what it was going to be like for both of us, each knowing that the other could be in danger at any time. Just the pain of being separated, of not having him close, was tough enough. I wondered how people dealt with it.

And then he was there, coming out of a stand of trees in his yellow fire suit, the helmet pushed back from his face, his curly black hair slicked down with perspiration, a smudge of soot on his right cheek. I remembered how I had seen him the night of the bombing, how I’d wanted to clean his cheek that night but had restrained myself.

I wasn’t holding back any more.