Kidnapped! Secret
police grab lama
» Kaimuki
Waiting at the back door of Bodhicita Guzman's cottage, just about to insert the key and open the door, Michael Tenzin Campbell heard Kamasami Khan shouting. A moment later, he heard gunfire and started running in that direction.
In the glow of a street light, he saw Khan slumping to his knees, grabbing his left shoulder, the red tail lights of his truck accelerating away.
Michael ran to him.
"What the hell happened, Khan?" he said
"Call Ah Sun," Khan wheezed.
As in HPD officer Quinn Ah Sun.
"Like hell. I'm making you a tourniquet," Michael said. He ripped off his garish aloha shirt, tied it tightly around Khan's shoulder.
Michael helped him to his feet. Leaning heavily on him, Khan shuffled back to the cottage and sat heavily on the front porch steps.
"Call Ah Sun," Khan repeated, handing him his cell.
"I'm calling 911."
"Trust me, Ah Sun's faster." He gave Michael the number. "He can cut through the 911 b.s. they put you through."
Michael made the call.
"Khan's been shot," he blurted, "needs an ambulance, ASAP."
Michael gave him the address on Ninth Avenue just up from Pahoa.
"And we're gonna need an APB for his truck. Whoever shot Khan stole the truck with Bodhicita and the lama inside."
Khan gave him the license number, which Michael repeated for Ah Sun. "Last seen heading Koko Head on Pahoa."
"Let me talk to Khan," Ah Sun said.
Michael handed over the phone.
"Didn't see a face, but it's gotta be Fon Du," Khan said. "Tell your folks that minutes matter -- he wants both of them dead."
"OK. Did you send the FBI those photos of Fon Du?"
"We'll put Michael on it."
Quinn made the call to HPD dispatch, got the reliable Gwen Roselovich. He gave her the details. "They gotta find that truck, Gwen. We believe the guy who stole it is the head of the local office of the Chinese Secret Police. He wants to kill the two people in the truck when he grabbed it, Bodhicita Guzman and the second Lama Jey Tsong Khapa."
"Oh no!" Gwen said. "I saw him on TV, he's just so adorable!"
"Let's keep him that way."
Quinn was on the H-1 riding his civilian bike, heading home to Hawaii Kai, but called Lily, said he'd be putting in some OT. He took the Koko Head exit, looking for a red Ram 1500.
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