My Kind of Town
>> Portlock Mickeys final mystery
"Quinn!" Lily Ah Sun shrieked from her bedroom window, crawled through the window and ran to him, knelt on the lawn beside him.
"Oh, God, Quinn," Lily sobbed, seeing now that the right leg of his jeans was soaked in blood from hip to ankle. When Quinn went to investigate a scream from Rosalita in Lily's house, Lily had gone to Elizabeth, Rosalita's 6-year-old daughter, in the maid's cottage in back. They heard two gunshots, then a third, and while Lily was on the phone waiting interminably for 911 to answer, Elizabeth bolted from the cottage, crying for her mother. Her arrival in the master bedroom apparently distracted Quinn, and the creep who tried to rape Rosalita dived through the window screen. Lily arrived just in time to see Quinn jumping through the window. She bent down, kissed his cheek.
Quinn's eyes fluttered open. He tried to sit up, but his body wouldn't cooperate. "Whoa," he said, head spinning, and lay back. The loss of blood was becoming severe and shock was setting in.
A moment later, an HPD car stopped in front of the house followed by an ambulance. "Over here!" Lily called.
>> Another car with blue lights flashing on top stopped two doors away, where a male was lying on the street in front of a faded gray sedan.
"What the heck happened to you?" Officer Reed Shimabukuru said, shining a flashlight on the man, who was gasping for air and moaning.
Later, when all of the various reports had been filed, one of the great mysteries in Honolulu police history would remain unsolved.
Officer Quinn Ah Sun said, and witness Rosalita Resurreccion corroborated, that the wound to Mickey's forearm had been caused when the Filipina maid tried to stab her assailant with a butcher knife and that Officer Ah Sun had fired the shot to the groin. Rosalita also said that she had left the teeth marks that broke the skin on his left pinky finger and knuckle and drew blood. All of that was explainable, as were a few cuts and scrapes from his dive through the window screen. The mystery was how, in less than 40 yards between the house and his car, he had suffered a smashed nose and broken ribs on both sides.
Mickey, alas, would not have the opportunity to explain the mystery of the aufogo. As paramedics rushed to him there on the ground, he suffered a heart attack. The blood pathology report showed massive levels of crystal methamphetamine, which the medical examiner would say significantly contributed to his death.
Don Chapman is editor of MidWeek.
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