Neil Plakcy - Mahu Vice

I was imagining Lieutenant Sampson listening to the tape when the front doors slid open and Mr. Hu walked in, holding Treasure Chen close to him in a way that implied he had a gun on her.

“Just got more interesting, huh?” Ray said to me in an undertone.

Stan looked surprised to see Mr. Hu. Because they stepped away from Gunter, I couldn’t hear what they said, but it looked like an argument.

“Shit,” I said to Ray. “What the hell is Mr. Hu doing here? How did he get hold of Treasure?”

“I talked to Treasure yesterday,” Ray said. “She was antsy, wanted to get out of Norma’s apartment. I tried to reassure her, told her a bunch of stuff about what we’ve been working on. I’m sorry, Kimo. She must have gone to Mr. Hu.”

My mind raced ahead. What if Treasure had attempted to use whatever Ray told her about our investigation to leverage her position with Mr. Hu? That would explain why Mr. Hu had come looking for Stan. Did he know that Gunter was my friend? Would he suspect that Gunter was wired up?

Stan walked back over to Gunter. “You’re coming with us,” he said. He nodded toward Mr. Hu.

“I can’t leave the desk,” Gunter said. “Any of the residents find out, they’ll complain to the manager. I’ll get fired, even if I say I was with you.”

“Getting fired is the least of your problems,” Stan said.

Grabbing Gunter by the arm, Stan half-dragged him toward the front door, Mr. Hu and Treasure following. “Do we stop them?” Ray asked.

“We don’t have anything yet.” I was torn between my desire to protect Gunter and Treasure and the need to get something on the two guys that would stick. Ray looked to me as the front door slid open and the four of them walked out.

“We follow them,” I said.

Ray and I dashed for the staircase to the first floor. I radioed Steve Hart; he was parked in the loading zone in the front of the building. He told me that Stan, Mr. Hu, Treasure, and Gunter were getting into a Mercedes in the semicircular drive in front of the Regent. “Chinese guy driving, Chinese girl in the front seat,” he said. “The other two in the back seat.”

“Follow them,” I said. “We’ll be behind you.”

Ray and I both caught up to Steve a few blocks away from the Regent. We slid into a pattern, no one car tailing the subject too closely, trading off. We were out of transmitter range so I couldn’t tell what was going on in the car, or if Stan or Mr. Hu had figured out Gunter was wired up and disconnected him.

The streets of Waikiki were jammed. A teacher led a group of tiny keikis, all wearing name badges and holding hands, across the street in front of the Royal Hawaiian, and a man dressed like King Kamehameha, in a yellow headdress and an imitation kihei cloak, handed out coupons for Hawaiian Heritage jewelry.

Mr. Hu got stuck behind a bus, and we all had to drop back to avoid passing him. It looked like somebody had run into the bus shelter, knocking it into a coconut palm next to it. A few blocks on, the street was torn up for new crosswalks.

When Mr. Hu got onto the H1 he turned toward Diamond Head. “I know where we’re going,” I said into the radio. “Black Point.” I gave the other two cars the address and directions to the house where I’d met with Mr. Hu. “I’m going ahead.”

I moved into the passing lane, sped up, and zoomed past the Mercedes. It started to rain lightly and I turned on my wipers and my headlights, but by the time I got off the highway I’d passed through the shower.

When I reached the house, I radioed Steve and Ray. The three cars were bunched together down on Kahala Avenue, just about to enter Black Point. I parked uphill and jogged down to the mansion. The gates were locked, but I climbed a kiawe tree at one corner and jumped over the fence, landing hard on my right ankle.

I hobbled to the back of the house, where a cabana the size of a small bathroom sat just beyond the pool. It was unlocked and as empty as the rest of the yard, just a couple of broken-down old lawn chairs in one corner. It smelled like mold and chlorine. I saw light through a crack in the weathered old boards and lay down on the concrete floor, positioning myself so I could see out through the crack. I put the earpiece back in my ear, hoping that Gunter would still be transmitting.

“They’re approaching the gate,” Ray said on the radio. “Steve’s gone ahead. I’m parked just down the hill.”

I heard the gates opening, though they did not close again. Suddenly, I heard Mr. Hu’s voice in my ear. “We will have a conversation,” he said. “And depending on the results of that conversation, you may go free. Or not.”

Good. That meant that they hadn’t discovered Gunter was wired up.

“I already told you.” The new voice had to be Treasure’s. “I didn’t tell the police anything.”

Car doors opened and slammed. “They’re here,” I said to Ray and Steve on the radio. “Gunter’s still transmitting. Sounds like they’re going inside.”

The front door opened into a wide foyer and the living room, with big sliding glass doors on the far side leading to the pool and lanai. I remembered the room well. Two sofas with oatmeal-colored slipcovers sat at right angles, with a black lacquer coffee table between them. High-hat lights in the ceiling lit the room, and a big-screen TV was mounted on one wall. To the right was the dining room and kitchen, and a door to the garage.

The bedrooms were to the left. There were three, though most of the action took place in the master bedroom, which had sliding doors out to the lanai. The other two bedrooms were smaller and faced the street.

“Wait here,” I heard Mr. Hu say.

Two sets of footsteps faded away, Mr. Hu’s dress shoes and Treasure’s heels on the marble floor. Then I heard a fist hitting flesh.

“Ow!” Gunter said. “What the hell was that for?”

“You set me up, you little bastard,” Stan said. “Isn’t that what the girl was saying? You told your buddy Kimo about our deal. Somehow he managed to connect me to Richard’s operation.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gunter said. “I haven’t talked to Kimo in a couple of days, like I told you. And I wouldn’t tell him about this deal. He’s a cop, remember? He’d turn me in. And I wouldn’t get any money.”

“We’ll see if you change your tune when Richard hooks you up,” Stan said.

The second bedroom was the dungeon. The walls were painted black, the curtains nailed to the wall so no light came in. I’d only been in there once, but the experience had both frightened and excited me. All the toys there were designed to enhance sexual pleasure, but I was sure that Richard Hu had no compunctions about using them to cause pain instead.

I didn’t know what they had all talked about in the car, but I hadn’t heard anything on tape that was incriminating enough to bring either Stan or Richard up on charges. As much as I wanted to swoop in and rescue Gunter and Treasure, I had to hold out a little longer.

“What’s going on?” Ray said through the radio. “Can you hear anything?”

“Nothing yet. Mr. Hu took Treasure away somewhere.”

“SWAT team should be in position within ten, fifteen minutes,” Ray said.

I heard the sounds of footsteps returning-just one set, this time. “The girl’s in the third bedroom,” Mr. Hu said. “We can take your friend here into the playroom and see what he has to say.”

“I don’t appreciate being dragged around like this,” Gunter protested. “I thought we were going to make a deal, Stan. What’s going on?”

“You made a deal already,” Stan said. “With your buddy Kimo. Now you’re going to tell Richard and me exactly what that involved.”