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Kamasami Khan and Bodhicita Guzman had barely arrived at the second Lama Jey Tsong Khapa's suite at the luxury Waikiki hotel. Before they could even tell him about their adventures after leaving the East-West Center, HPD Officer Quinn Ah Sun called with news from HPD headquarters.

"Thanks, Officer Ah Sun, Khan said, "hang on a second while I share this."

He turned to the lama and Bodhicita, to his Free Tibet Warrior Society brother Michael Tenzin Campbell, to the lama's elderly teacher Rinpoche Rimshot and the monk Lawang.

"Fon Du got away," he reported. "Dumped the jeans, palaka shirt and straw hat disguise in a neighbor's yard. Nobody saw him leaving, so no idea what he's wearing now. Could be anything, including a cleaning man's outfit like the one the other guy was wearing. Good news is, the Te-Wu guys they got are singing like the Mormon Tabernacle Choir to the FBI. Unfortunately, nobody knows where Fon Du is. One of the guys mentioned a safe house up Makiki Heights, they got it staked out, but he's got to know the law is on to him, so nobody's holding their breath waiting for him to show up there."

"One other thing," Khan heard Ah Sun say, "sooner you can get those photos of Fon Du you mentioned to us, the better. The FBI guys want to get his mug on the 10 o'clock news."

"I can e-mail 'em, but they're on my computer in Kaneohe," Khan said, glancing at his watch. "Eh, try wait ... Bodhicita, you still got those photos of Fon Du in your computer at home?"

"Of course. Backed up on a jump drive too."

"You hear that?" Khan said.

"Roger that. Where's her residence?"

It killed Khan, the way cops talked. He could do it too. "Her domicile is in Kaimuki."

"Excellent," Ah Sun replied, missing the dig. Still, Khan knew Ah Sun was as committed to protecting the young lama as he was.

"Understood. One other thing. We left Fon Du's black Mercedes parked across from American Savings Bank on Hunakai. Seems to be quite a few papers in the back seat. Other than driving it to get my truck where I left it earlier, we didn't touch anything. Might want to have some FBI guys give it a once over."

"I'll pass it along. OK, here's the e-mail address you need."

Khan jotted it down on the notepad beside the hotel phone. It included "@fbi."

"Thanks, we're on the way," Khan said, ending the call.

Turning to Bodhicita, he said, "The FBI wants Fon Du's photos on the 10 o'clock news. We gotta go."

"Where are we going?" the lama said.