Shattered Palms (Lei Crime Series) (20 page)

Lei turned and unlocked the gate, walking up into the dark house. Her hand on Keiki’s smooth head was the only good thing in the world.

Morning came too early with the buzzing of Lei’s cell phone beside the bed. She lifted it sleepily to her ear. “Texeira here.”

“
Lieutenant, good morning. This is Ben Cantorna. We picked up your person of interest, Cameron Rinker. He was trying to get on a plane.”

“
Glad we put out that BOLO,” Lei said, sitting up and swinging her legs off the side of the bed. “Did you get ahold of my partner?”

“
He’s on his way in.”

“
See you soon. Thanks for the call.” She hit Off and stood up, glancing at the clock. It was four a.m. She had twelve hours left.

Rinker blinked
pale eyes and frowned. A sandy-haired man of medium height, Lei had hardly paid attention to him when he came in to be interviewed with Dr. Snelling regarding the bodies of the dead birds. Now, seated at the steel table in Interrogation with cuffs on his skinny wrists, he still looked completely unsuited to the role of criminal.

Pono sat beside Lei, holding the pad and pen they were hoping to use for a confession.

Lei decided to start off gentle. “Can I get you some coffee?”

“No, thanks. What’s this about? I was pulled out of line at the airport. Quite an embarrassing scene. No one has even told me what I’m being charged with.”

“
Relax.” Pono smiled, man-to-man. “We’ve had some developments in our shooting case in Waikamoi, and we just wanted to get ahold of you to talk about them, but not over the phone. Sorry for the drama; we went to your last address, and they told us you’d moved out six months ago, so we had no way to find you but to pick you up on a BOLO.”

“
Oh.” Rinker dropped his shoulders, relaxing. This is what they wanted, to lull him into some admissions since they didn’t have anything but Kingston’s testimony tying him to the crimes.

“
Yeah, bummer way to start the day,” Lei said, sipping from her Maui Police Department coffee mug. Her eyes still felt gritty, the two Advil she’d taken for the headache she woke up with churning uneasily in her stomach. Her phone was off in her pocket. She’d listened to messages from her family and Marcella on the way into the station, and they’d just made her feel guilty. She should have deleted them. There was nothing from Stevens, and she clung to the memory of their brief conversation. “Let’s get some things cleared up quickly. What can you tell us about what’s been going on with research into the birds on Haleakala?”

Rinker blew out a breath
and wriggled his wrists in the handcuffs. “Since you just need to ask me some questions, are these necessary?”

“
Oh, sorry,” Pono said, flipping through a bunch of keys for the handcuff key he carried and unlocking the cuffs. “Standard procedure.”

“
Okay. Well, then, there’s some really promising research being done. We’re racing against the clock with the malaria; the birds have to be able to develop antibodies before global warming allows mosquitoes to be able to survive at higher elevations. So I’m personally doing all I can to facilitate projects that will move us in the direction of permanent solutions.”

“
Would any of these solutions involve a young man named Edward Kingston?” Lei asked.

Rinker blinked
rapidly. His sandy-blond eyelashes gave his light blue eyes a vulnerable, innocent look. “I thought Kingston’s work showed promise, yes.”

“
Tell us what you know about him.”

“
Well, what do you want to know? Why has his name come up?”

Rinke
r was fishing. Lei kept her face flat. “We’d like to know everything
you
know about him.”

“
He has a promising theory. He pitched it to me and Dr. Snelling when he was trying to get permission to stay in Waikamoi and continue his research after his internship finished.” Rinker glanced back and forth between them. “Dr. Snelling turned him down.”

“
And you?”

“
I’m not in a position to grant such permissions.”

“
Really? Even if you could see the merit of his project?” Lei asked. So far Rinker wasn’t volunteering anything useful. It had already occurred to her that Kingston could be playing them, and until they found hard evidence, it was all a dance of lies with these two men.

“
I might have wanted to do what I could to facilitate his research, yes.”

“
And what was that?”

“
I turned a blind eye when I suspected he dodged his visa expiration and was continuing the research project. In fact, I think he might be the mysterious camper who built the blinds for bird-watching.”

“
Really?” Lei said excitedly, to goad him into saying more. This was such old news that it was hard for her to pretend. But as she’d hoped, he took the bait.

“
Yes. When the rangers were concerned about who could be camping out there, I was pretty sure it was Kingston.”

“
What about when the poachers were shot? Didn’t you also think that might be Kingston?” Pono asked.

“
Well, now that you mention it, it seems likely,” Rinker said. His blinking had slowed to an intermittent flutter.

“So why didn’t you volunteer any of this when we conferenced with you earlier?” Lei asked.

“I wanted Kingston to complete his research. It’s very important. It might save the birds.”

Lei switched gears.
“What can you tell us about a young ranger named Mark Jacobsen?”

“He was a fine young man.” Rinker’s eyes were back to rapid blinking.

Lei pounced. “Was? You refer to him in the past tense.”

“I just meant—hey. Do I need an attorney?”

“Do you?”

A long beat. Lei could almost see Rinker’s mind turning over his options. She decided to tip it in the direction of
confession. “We picked up Kingston yesterday.”

“Oh.” Rinker’s shoulders drew up as he blinked.

“Yeah. Said you were his inside man, keeping him supplied so he could keep going with his research, but then you made him help bury the ranger’s body and set him up to get popped for the murders.”

Rinker
opened and closed his mouth, and finally he spoke. “I’d like an attorney.”

“
So you don’t deny these accusations?” Lei said.

“Yes. No.” Rinker frowned. “You’re trying to confuse me. Yes, I deny these accusations! I didn’t do these things. Okay, I admit I knew Kingston was back in the forest. I even helped him out a little here and there, left some supplies for him and such. But I certainly didn’t shoot those poachers or, God forbid, that ranger. Did you hear me ask for an attorney?”

“
We did.” Lei and Pono stood up. “Who would you like us to call?”

“
Shawn Shimoda.”

“
Hmm, that could be a problem because Kingston has already retained his services. Any other names?”

“
That bastard,” Rinker said, his eyes narrowed and mouth tight. “He set me up and took the attorney I told him was good. Okay then, call Greg Santos.”

They left the intervi
ew room, leaving Rinker to stew. Lei had Cantorna call the man’s attorney. Back in the observation room with Captain Omura, Lei put her hands on her hips. “We can’t let either of these guys out. They’ll run.”

“
Agree. So we have twenty-four hours to make a case against Rinker or Kingston, or both, and charge them. Lei, you have less than twelve hours to be involved.” Omura quirked an eyebrow at the clock on the wall registering six a.m.

“
I’m wishing we hadn’t made a deal with Kingston. I thought Rinker looked really shocked, like he didn’t see it coming—that he’d been set up.”

“
Either or both of them could be acting. For all we know, they’ve done everything together,” Captain Omura said. “We need to find something hard now. Something tying either of these men to the victims, and keeping Kingston in the country to testify or be tried is a big concern with how long these things take. Still, that’s the DA’s problem. Your job is to find something. Go search everything you can find on either of these guys and bring something in so we can charge one of them for these murders.”

Lei and Pono
headed back to their cubicle.

“
I think things will go faster if we split up,” Lei said. “I’ll take Cantorna and find where Kingston’s been camping, and you take Bunuelos and search Rinker’s place. He’ll have to give you an address. Do we have all the warrants we need?”

“
Yes. Sounds good.”

“
Okay. Be a chance for me to help Cantorna with his searching skills.”

“
Trouble is, you don’t know where Kingston’s been living or where his lab is. I mean, he’s been living rough.”

“
I have hopes we’ll find his lab out in the forest and will find something there. He told me he’d tell me where it was and where he buried the bow and arrows he had on him before we picked him up.”

Pono shook his head.
“Sounds like a lot of hiking. I’ll take Rinker’s office at the conservation agency as well as his house.”

“
Okay. Keep in touch.”

Pono nodded and left.

Cantorna appeared in the doorway, keen to help. “I need more field experience,” he said.

Lei smiled
at the young man. “I guessed. Let’s go talk to Kingston.”

They had
Kingston pulled out of the county jail into a visiting room. The young scientist’s eyes were wild, a ring of white around the iris. “Get me out of here. I’m going crazy locked up.” Trembling and sweaty, he appeared very stressed. Lei frowned. “Is anyone harassing you?”

“
No. I just—I just need to be outside.”

“
Well, I came to get the location of your buried bow and arrows and your lab.”

“
I can take you there,” he said instantly. “But you’ll never find them without me.”

Lei considered this. Kingston could run like a deer,
and she had no doubt he’d try—but she could keep him in cuffs, with shackles. The likelihood of finding these things without his help was slim. Even with dogs, they hadn’t found his lab or the ditch site of his bow and arrows.

“
I want to help.” Kingston gulped. “I have nothing to hide. In fact, those weapons and my lab will clear me—and I need to get out of here. I mean I need to.” He pushed his orange cotton sleeves up so she could see gouges where he’d scratched himself on the insides of his arms. “I have claustrophobia. Pain is helping me stay sane.”

Lei restrained herself from looking a
t Cantorna and revealing her uncertainty. “Let me check with the captain,” she said. She got up and called her superior.

Omura authorized her removal of the prisoner.
“But keep him shackled. This guy’s slippery as an eel and has no reason to stay in custody. Get him to sign a waiver that he’s voluntarily waiving his Fifth Amendment rights and showing you the location of his lab and hidden weapon.”

“
Okay.” Lei thought of Kingston, leaping like a parkour competitor down the stream when she’d fallen into the gulch. “I’ll keep him on a short leash, literally.”

Ranger Takama, per park protocol, met Lei, Cantorna, and Kingston at the Hosmer’s Grove entrance to the preserve to accompany them. His seamed face was impassive, and Lei noticed a black compound bow strapped to his back along with a nylon arrow quiver. “I see you got your bow back from our lab.”

“Yes. I always carry it in the forest, just in case.”

Kingston led the way down the dirt road into the cloud forest. The young scientist was cuffed, the cuffs attached to a bracelet on Cantorna’s wrist by a length of light chain usually used as a leg shackle. Lei and Takama trailed a little behind the two young men.

“Been a lot happening since I saw you last,” Takama said to Lei. “We’re having a service for Mark on the weekend.”

“
I’m so sorry.” Lei fell into step beside the ranger. “It’s such a shame Jacobsen got caught up in this. Was at the wrong place at the wrong time, it seems.” She slowed their steps so Cantorna and Kingston would pull ahead, out of hearing.

“
Mark told me he was looking for the poacher’s murderer on his own,” Takama said, whispering to her, his eyes hard. “And he got shot for it.”

“
It might have been an accident,” Lei said. “We’re still investigating. I really can’t discuss it, but what we’re doing now is searching for more evidence. We needed Kingston to find the lab where he was working on his research, and his bow, which he buried.”