APB for Fon Du

>> Kahala

After quickly cuffing the two unconscious Chinese secret police who had posed as a rabbi and an imam earlier at the East-West Center, HPD Officer Quinn Ah Sun and his five solo bike mates searched the beachfront estate grounds and the sprawling house, but there was no sign of Fon Du or any other Te-Wu agents.

Khan, meanwhile, gathered up the three pin-like darts with which he'd delivered triple doses of Prozac, stashed them in their case.

They were soon joined by the CSI folks, who questioned Kamasami Khan and Bodhicita Guzman.

"Something doesn't make sense," Detective Leina'ala Smashowicz said, oozing suspicion. "One guy takes out three Chinese secret agents without a weapon? How's that happen?"

"I know a little martial arts," Khan said sheepishly. Maybe later he'd tell Ah Sun about the tiny blow gun, the mini darts soaked in Triple Prozac and his mad scientist friend at UH. Maybe not.

"Don't you understand," Bodhicita interjected, "if Khan hadn't followed me here and worked his way inside, I'd have been raped and killed over an hour ago."

A chill ran through her and she shuddered.

"Cut 'im some slack, Smashie," Quinn said. "Khan's the guy who called me on this, remember? He's straight-up."

Soon an APB went out for Fon Du, last seen dressed in blue jeans, blue palaka shirt and one of those big, floppy straw hats. And he had Khan's boot marks on the left side of his head.

Detective Smashowicz got phone numbers for Khan and Bodhicita. "You're not planning on any trips out of the state anytime soon, are you?"

Bodhicita was about to say that the second Lama Jey Tsong Khapa had invited her, as his eternal consort, to accompany him on the trip back to the Himalayas, where they would study Buddha's teachings and get Tantric together. But a dark look from Khan stopped her.

"I think some quiet beach time is in order for all concerned," Khan said. "How's Maui sound, Bodhicita."

"Kapalua," she replied, playing along.

In fact, Khan was going to get busy with plans to take action against the Chinese soldiers who occupied Tibet and continued to beat and rape nuns and monks on a daily basis."

"OK, you can go now," the detective said.

On the way out through the kitchen, Bodhicita grabbed the keys to Fon Du's black Mercedes. "I want to see Lama Jey now. You drive, Khan."

Two blocks away, hiding in a neighbor's hedge while he shed one costume for another, Fon Du saw his car passing, Bodhicita in the passenger seat. Well well. He knew how to find her.