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One more bad guy» Makiki, etc. When HPD dispatcher Gwen Roselovich read the report that had been called in last night, her first call was to Leitha DeCaires at CrimeStoppers. "You better run this one past the FBI task force guys," the detective replied. So Gwen called Detective Sherlock Gomes, HPD's contribution to the task force. Gomes was just coming out of the shower after another glorious night at Dr. Laurie Tang's condo when his phone rang. The sound of the local morning TV news in the background, Gomes picked up his cell just as Laurie's phone went off down the hall. He heard her answer. Gwen told Gomes the basics -- that's all the anonymous woman with a Chinese accent had given them. There was one more member of Te-Wu still on the streets. He was their houseboy, but he aspired to be a full agent, and planned to fulfill orders from Beijing to kill the second Lama Jey Tsong Khapa. He had also discovered a young girl who's head glowed like the lama's. He knew where she lived, and planned to kill her too. "Thanks, Gwen. Anybody needs me, I'm heading over to the Federal Building right way." "By the way, the call came in on a land line." "Get somebody to check with the phone company and track down where that phone is located. The caller could return." "Will do. I'm also going to alert Quinn Ah Sun, since he's in charge of the lama's security detail." Laurie entered the bedroom wearing a semi-see-through, lavender silk kimono-ish robe, cell phone to her ear. "On the way," she said, ended the call. Then to Gomes, "Nasty car accident on the North Shore, chopper's on the way." "I gotta go too," he said, enjoying the view. "Too bad, you look so good, I could just ... " "Wonderful thought, Sherlock," she said, nuzzled his cheek. "Hold it until tonight, will ya." So while Laurie went off to the Queen's ER to bring a life back from the brink of death, Gomes went off to save the young lama and an unknown girl. Gomes recalled seeing several photos e-mailed by the former mistress of Fon Du, the head of Te-Wu in Honolulu. In the afterglow of eight arrests of Te-Wu agents in two days, and the willingness of a few of them to talk, Gomes and the others on the task force had forgotten to check the police mug shots against the candid photos. He was in the FBI offices doing just that when a call came in for him. "Detective Gomes, Bodhicita Guzman here." Of course. The woman who had shot and sent the Te-Wu photos. "We had the news on, they were showing the eight Te-Wu guys that were arrested. That's when I realized, there were nine guys in the house."
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Don Chapman is editor of MidWeek.
His serialized novel runs daily
in the Star-Bulletin. He can be e-mailed at
dchapman@midweek.com
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