The next disguise

>>Kahala

The sound of a barking dog roused Fon Du where he lay between his neighbor's tall lava rock wall and a mock orange hedge. One of those little yappers his neighbor preferred.

He stretched, rubbed his eyes. Dusk was settling now, the better to make a getaway, if he could just elude the frickin' dog.

He ripped off the faded jeans and blue palaka shirt, pulled on the black board shorts, green-and-white UH aloha shirt and green visor, quickly transferred wallet, cell phone and pistol to his new trousers.

The yapping was coming closer now.

"What is it, Pido?" the neighbor's yardman called. "Watchou see?"

No time now to change into his running shoes. He grabbed them, left behind the jeans, shirt and big, floppy straw hat that had worked so well as a disguise. At least until it was seen through.

Cursing under his breath, Fon Du hurried along the back of the hedge toward the street.

Crouching there, the dog and the yardman on his tail, he was ready to run into the street when he saw his own black Mercedes convertible being driven by the local guy dressed all in black, the one who had taken out him and two of his Te-Wu colleagues, Le Nip and the Devil Snake! Riding in the passenger seat was Bodhicita, dressed in her gray Sister Mary Miraculoso disguise, but minus the more-salt-than-pepper wig.

For a woman who'd come within minutes of being raped and killed, she looked pretty good.

The car passed, the yapper was closing, and Fon Du stepped into Kahala Avenue, crossed it, went up a block to Aukai and stopped to changed into his running shoes, tossing the slippers down a storm drain.

He checked his watch.

From here, he could walk to Bodhicita's place on 9th Avenue in barely 30-35 minutes.

It would be a pleasant walk. The triple dose of Prozac was wearing off somewhat, but Fon Du still felt wonderful about life in general.

So what if he was responsible for seven Te-Wu agents being behind bars?

So what if his career with the Chinese secret police was over?

So what if every law enforcement agency in the state of Hawaii was looking for him?

So what if he would never see China again?

The sky was turning a rich pink color.

The birds of dusk were twittering in the fragrant plumeria branches above.

So what if one just pooped on his head?

He'd be at Bodhicita's soon, and knew where she kept a spare key in the back.