My Kind of Town
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Rosalita Resurreccion quickly rolled off the bed and pulled the top sheet around her.
Standing on the other side of the bed, his black surf shorts around his ankles where they had been as he tried to rape the Filipina maid until this other guy intervened, Mickey looked down and could not believe what he saw -- and what he couldn't.
"You shot my ...!" he screamed, unable to say the word, his mind unable to accept the awful reality.
"Lucky shot" Quinn Ah Sun said with a shrug, keeping his Glock 9mm pointed at the guy. "An ambulance is on the way, but until then, pally, you're on your own for first aid."
>> In the maid's cottage behind the big house, Lily Ah Sun and Elizabeth Resurreccion, her maid's 6-year-old daughter, were hugging each other, crying and praying for Elizabeth's mother and Lily's cousin when they heard the third gunshot in the past minute. Lily had called 911 and was put on hold for what seemed like forever. And so on top of her overwhelming fear, she also felt anger and frustration -- what's taking so long?! She was so consumed that she did not notice the little girl getting down from the couch. She wasn't aware of Elizabeth at all for a few moments until she heard the sound of the door being unlocked and Elizabeth throwing the screen door open.
"Elizabeth, wait!"
But the little girl was off and running across the lanai toward Lily's house, in a panic to see her mother alive and well.
Lily dropped the phone and ran out the door. "Elizabeth!"
>> Queens Medical Center
HPD Detective Sherlock Gomes recalled what Sen. Donovan Matsuda-Yee-Dela Cruz-Bishop Kamaka had said about Serena Kawainui. A fun girl. Former stripper. Grew up in a series of foster homes. The senator really liked her.
But she was not First Lady material. Gomes also recalled that the senator had not inquired about her health when he learned that she had crashed his yellow Town Car off the Keeaumoku Overpass. He'd been more concerned about the car and the political ramifications.
Unlike the senator, she was ensnared in legal ramifications -- from the moment police discovered she was drunk and in possession of crystal methamphetamine, and that she did not own a drivers license.
So Gomes could not make a clean-up-or-else deal with her, as he had with the senator. All he could do was ask her questions and wish her luck in finding a good plastic surgeon.
Don Chapman is editor of MidWeek.
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