A loud noise erupted to our right, and I was sure that there was another set of flames about to hit us-but it was a pair of wild pigs, racing through the underbrush trying to find a safe place away from the fire.
A minute later, we ran right into a line of firefighters, Mike among them, and they managed to beat the flames back enough so that we could get clear. I hated leaving Mike behind, fighting the fire, but I knew I had no choice. I had to get the people I was responsible for to safety.
JEFF’S STORY
We came around the last curve to see the park entrance below us. Eli and Fran Harding rushed forward to embrace their kids, and soon after a rescue chopper airlifted Cole Harding to The Queen’s Medical Center, his sister and his parents going along. Once the Hardings were gone, Lidia Portuondo took charge of Kitty and Jimmy, making sure their wounds were treated and they got some fluids in them.
Sheila White woke up while the paramedics were giving her oxygen, though she refused to say anything. Jeff White stayed with Frank Sit behind a fire engine until and an ambulance had taken her away to check on her concussion and a couple of second-degree burns. Gary Saunders was still coughing, so he went along to get checked out and make sure Sheila remained in custody.
I was drenched in sweat, and the healing burns on my back itched like crazy, but I had to talk to Jeff White before he was taken away for booking. Sampson got a digital tape recorder from his car, and Frank Sit brought White over to the picnic table, standing alertly a few feet back in case White decided to bolt.
Sampson sat next to me as I read White his rights again. He shrugged when I asked if he understood them.
“You have to say something for the tape,” I said.
“I understand,” he said.
“Why don’t you tell us what’s been going on, Jeff,” I said gently.
“Ever since we were kids, Sheila’s been the boss. When we were teenagers, we started, you know, fooling around.”
He looked up at me, and I could see that tears stained his face. “I love her. Just not the way she wants.”
“Must have been tough for you in Texas,” I said. “Hiding.”
He nodded. “That’s why Sheila said we had to leave. When our parents died, we inherited a little money, and we decided to take a vacation together. We came here, and Sheila decided that we should move here, start over in a place where nobody knew us.”
“How’d you come to start your church?” Sampson asked.
“We were looking for a business to start,” Jeff said. “I wanted us to buy a copy shop, but Sheila and I had been lay ministers in our church in Texas, and she thought we should start a church instead.”
I looked over at Sampson. Just a business decision, I guessed.
“Sheila was really upset over the whole gay marriage thing,” Jeff said. He looked down at the rough wood of the picnic table. “I think she knew-about me. And maybe she was worried that I would leave her if I found some guy. She got crazier and crazier, especially with those gay guys next door, and with the rooster down the street. The damned rooster used to wake us up every morning, and Sheila hated that.”
He looked up at me. “She had her routines, you know. She liked everything to be quiet in the morning-I wasn’t even supposed to talk to her. She’d put on her headphones and go for her run, and by the time she got back she liked me to be up and have breakfast on the table.”
I was starting to get a picture of life in the White house, and it only made me pity Jeff even more. “One day she came home from her run and she told me that she’d shot the rooster, and then the homeless man. I didn’t know anything about it until she told me. I mean, I knew the old guy, he was kind of creepy, always spying on what people were doing. He told her he knew about what we were doing in the back yard, and so she didn’t have any choice. She had to shoot him.”
“What made you want to bomb the Marriage Project party?” I asked.
“Sheila saw this show on TV about the bombings in Oklahoma. She got really interested in that sort of thing, started investigating how to make bombs, how to set fires. We practiced on a couple of places-all places she said deserved it.”
“Yeah, small businessmen trying to make a living,” I said.
“I couldn’t do anything. It was like, Sheila said we would do something, and we did it.”
“So you rented a tux and went to the party. You left the bomb in the bathroom?”
“I was so scared. I was sweating like crazy. I was afraid Sheila might not have gotten the fuse right, and it would have blown up on me.”
“Why’d you come to the rally at Waikiki Gateway Park?”
“Sheila was so pissed that it looked like those people were going to get their offices back. She said we had to do something. She was always a great shot with a gun. We used to go out and shoot prairie dogs.”
I just didn’t want to listen to him any more. There would be plenty of time to go over his story in endless detail, but right then, despite the pity I felt for him, I was afraid I might punch him in the gut. His failure to confront his sister, and his sexuality, had led to untold damage, and the deaths of three men: Hiroshi Mura, Wilson Shira, and Charlie Stahl. They’d had nothing in common other than being in the way of Sheila White’s murderous lunacy, and her brother had done nothing to stop her.
I looked at Sampson, and I could see he felt the same way. “Let’s wrap this up,” I said. We finished the formalities for the tape, and then Frank Sit took Jeff White downtown for booking. I know I’d promised him I’d go with him-but that was one promise I didn’t mind breaking.
The fire raged on for another hour to so, until the wind shifted and a band of rain showers blessedly swept down from the tops of the mountains and put out most of the flames.
Lieutenant Sampson, Kitty, Jimmy, my family and I regrouped at Uncle Chin’s house. The gamblers were still there, as if a forest fire hadn’t been raging next to them, as if nothing had gone on all day other than the game.
The paramedics had wanted to take my dad in again for smoke inhalation, especially after his experience at the Marriage Project bombing, but he’d refused, and he did seem to be breathing better, sitting with my mother, Aunt Mei-Mei and Genevieve Pang on picnic benches in the back yard.
An ocean breeze had come up, blowing the smoke from the park fire back up into the Ko’olaus, and the sun had come out. A rainbow stretched high above us.
I kept worrying about Mike, even as we walked through a quick post-mortem on what had happened, making sure no one else was trapped on the mountain.
“So what are we going to do with you, now, son?” Sampson said to Jimmy when we were finished.
“Can he stay here with Mrs. Suk?” I asked, motioning toward where Aunt Mei-Mei sat, Genevieve Pang holding her hand like a dutiful daughter-in-law, even though her own husband was dead, her son in jail.
“She does have custody of him,” Kitty said. “Temporarily, at least.”
Sampson shook his head. “That was invalidated when he ran away.”
“Who says he ran away?” Kitty asked. “He went out for a walk, and Jeff White kidnapped him. That’s not running away.”
“Kitty,” Sampson said, but she stood her ground. He looked from her to Jimmy, who was standing silent. “Why did you run away from the Suks’ house in the first place?” he asked.
Jimmy looked down at the ground and scuffed his feet. “I had to go to the bathroom,” he said finally.
We all looked at him. That didn’t sound like a reason to run away from a good home.
He looked up. “When I got back to the lanai, Mr. Suk was lying there in his chair. He was dead. And I was so scared that it was my fault. I could see he’d been reaching for his pills, and if I’d been there…”
“You couldn’t have done anything,” I said. “I heard it from the medical examiner. Uncle Chin’s heart attack was too much for him, even if he’d gotten a pill.”
The relief was evident on Jimmy’s face. “You’re not going to run away a
ny more, are you?” Sampson asked him.
“No, sir. Kitty and I talked a lot when we were up there. She says the only way I’m going to make my life better is to start trusting some people, and go back to school, and work hard, and become responsible for myself.” He paused. “So can I start with you? Trusting you, I mean?”
Sampson looked at me and I looked back at him. “All right,” he said, after a while. Jimmy got up and hugged him, and then shyly went over to Aunt Mei-Mei, who rose and began to fuss over him.
A paramedic had taped Kitty’s ankle up, and after she and Sampson had said goodbye to everyone, she hobbled away with her dad, leaning on him. I was happy she had him in her life-and equally happy I had my own father and mother, my brothers and their families.
My father asked if I wanted to spend the night at their house, and there was a hopefulness in his eyes that I wanted to respond to. I knew that I would have to make more time for him and my mother in the future, to make sure that they knew how much I loved them before something else bad happened. But I had one more thing I had to do that night. My family was expanding beyond the one I had been born into.
I shook my head and said my good-byes. But instead of heading for home, I drove my truck up St. Louis Drive to Ruth Place, the entrance to Wa’ahila State Park. Along the way I passed a black pickup with red and orange flames painted along the side, parked by the side of the road.
There was one fire truck from the Twenty-Two company left up there, and a couple of cops cleaning up the road block. They left as I went over to the truck.
A single fireman was there, and I asked him if he knew Mike whereabouts. “I’m Detective Kanapa’aka. I’ve been working with him on this case.”
“Oh, I know who you are,” he said. “Let me see if I can raise Mike on the radio.”
I stood there in the damp, smoky air waiting for a response from Mike. “Yeah, he’s just up the road,” the fireman said, pointing uphill. “He’s on his way down.”
I took a deep breath. I didn’t realize until then how scared I had been. Scared for the safety of the innocent people on the mountain, Eli and Fran Harding and their kids, Kitty Sampson and Jimmy Ah Wong; for the houses in St. Louis Heights, homes of my parents and their friends and neighbors. For my brothers, out on the trails of the mountain with fire on one side and two crazy killers on the other. For myself. And for Mike.
I was on the other side of what my family must have felt about me, what the husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends and family had to feel about my fellow officers every day. I wondered if this was what it was going to be like for both of us, each knowing that the other could be in danger at any time. Just the pain of being separated, of not having him close, was tough enough. I wondered how people dealt with it.
And then he was there, coming out of a stand of trees in his yellow fire suit, the helmet pushed back from his face, his curly black hair slicked down with perspiration, a smudge of soot on his right cheek. I remembered how I had seen him the night of the bombing, how I’d wanted to clean his cheek that night but had restrained myself.
I wasn’t holding back any more.
AFTER
Mike went back up to the ruins of the Hardings’ cottage to collect evidence, and I drove down to The Queen’s Medical Center to check on everyone who’d been taken there. As I walked in the emergency room entrance, I met Gary Saunders, with his petite Chinese wife. “Good job up there,” I said. I reached out to shake his hand.
He hesitated for a minute, but then he shook mine. “Sheila White’s on the third floor, with a uniform on the door.”
I nodded. “You keep this guy out of trouble,” I said to his wife, and she smiled.
Lieutenant Sampson was standing outside a curtain in the ER talking on his cell phone. He snapped it shut as I approached. “How’s Kitty?” I asked.
“Just a bad sprain. We’re waiting for her to be discharged.”
I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
“She put you in a very bad position, Kimo. I understand that, and she and I are going to have a serious talk about her future. I can’t see her entering the police academy until she learns some self-control.”
A smile quirked the edges of his lips. “I don’t think you’re exactly the person to teach her that, though.”
“Jim,” Kitty said from behind the curtain.
“You did a good job out there today, Kimo. I just want you to know that I’m proud to have you on my squad.”
“Thanks, Lieutenant. That means a lot.”
“Jim, can we go yet?” Kitty said.
“Self-control, Kitty,” I said, sticking my head around the side of the curtain. “All things come in time.”
She jangled her bracelets and I laughed.
I found Fran, Eli and Caitlin Harding in the OR waiting room. As I arrived, a young haole doctor in green scrubs stepped out. “Mr. and Mrs. Harding?”
The Hardings jumped up and Fran squeezed Caitlin’s hand. “Cole came through like a champ,” the doctor said. “He’s going to be in recovery for a while, but the bullet missed all his vital organs. Kids bounce back fast.”
I could see the relief in the Hardings’ body posture. I introduced myself to the doctor and asked if I could get the bullet for evidence. He went back in the OR and returned a moment later with the bullet in an emesis basin, drops of Cole’s blood splattering the mauve-colored plastic.
“So small,” Fran said, looking at it. “To cause so much damage.”
I pulled an evidence bag from my pocket and transferred the bullet. I couldn’t be sure but it looked the right size to match the Chief’s Special Airweight that had been used to kill Hiroshi Mura and Charlie Stahl. Fortunately Jeff White wasn’t the crack shot his sister was, or there might have been greater casualties up on the mountain.
Just then, the KVOL news began on the TV in the waiting room. My brother’s station did a great job covering the fire, with aerial shots and commentary from the Battalion Chief. Ralph Kim, a reporter who had interviewed me a few times, did a stand-up with my brothers outside Uncle Chin’s house.
“Our own station manager, Louis Kanapa’aka, was one of the courageous rescuers who stepped into the blaze searching for the two small children and two teens who were lost on the mountain,” Ralph said. “Mr. Kanapa’aka, can you tell us what it was like?”
Lui’s tie was artfully askew, his black hair slicked down with sweat, a smudge of soot on his white shirt. Haoa stood beside and a little behind him.
“It was awful,” Lui said. “I have enormous respect for the members of the Honolulu Fire Department and Honolulu Police Department who braved the fire. My own brother, homicide detective Kimo Kanapa’aka, was one of the officers who captured the two suspects who set the fire.”
I braced for a recap of my coming-out story, but fortunately Ralph Kim skipped on to the history of the Whites and their ministry. “Birth records obtained from the state of Texas indicate that Jeff and Sheila White were brother and sister, not a married couple as they represented themselves. Gives a whole new meaning to the Church of Adam and Eve, doesn’t it, folks?”
He signed off and the coverage moved on. “Cole’s birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks,” Eli Harding said to me when the news was over. “We’d be honored if you and your brothers and the other officer who rescued him would be the guests of honor.”
“I think we’d all be pleased,” I said. “You just let me know the time and place.”
I took the bullet back to headquarters and dropped it at the ballistics department, then went back up to St. Louis Heights. My family was still clustered at Uncle Chin’s house. The gamblers were playing and Aunt Mei-Mei was cooking. Jimmy was in the back yard with a couple of my nieces and nephews, who were jealous of the role he’d played in the fire.
I called Mike. “I’m just finishing up here,” he said. “I’m starving. You want to get something to eat?”
“Why don’t you come back to Uncle Chin’s? There’s
plenty of food and Aunt Mei-Mei keeps on making more.”
“I don’t want to intrude. It’s your family.”
“Intrude? You kidding? There’s a yard full of kids who will think you’re the biggest hero ever.” I took a breath. “And I’d like to see you, too.”
“On my way,” he said.
I took a plate of food from Liliha and settled down among my family, and when Mike arrived he sat beside me. It felt really good having him there. ????
I spent the day after the forest fire, a Friday, with Mike, making sure we had all our evidence in order, and on Monday I was catching homicide cases again. Within a few days, Sandra, Cathy and Robert reopened the Hawai’i Marriage Project, in new offices with better security. With the death of Wilson Shira his community group fell apart, and his widow issued a public appreciation to the police department for our role in bringing his killers to justice.
The Church of Adam and Eve closed down after Jeff and Sheila White were arrested. Both of them were in custody, awaiting psychological evaluations and eventual trial for the deaths of Hiroshi Mura, Wilson Shira, and Charlie Stahl. It looked like both would be behind bars for a long time.
The news implicated The Sandwich Islands Trust for their sponsorship of the Church of Adam and Eve, and Miss Emma Clark retired, putting Terri in charge as chairman of the board. She immediately began reviewing all the programs the Trust supported. The new job revitalized her and gave her a focus beyond Danny and just getting through the days.
Jimmy was pretty traumatized by his kidnapping and fiery escape. He remained with Aunt Mei-Mei and began seeing a psychologist and studying for his GED with a tutor. I was hoping that seeing him a hero on the news might have convinced his father to change his mind about Jimmy and invite him back home, but that hadn’t happened, and Jimmy didn’t think it ever would.
A couple of weeks later, I was back at The Queen’s Medical Center, in that same waiting room outside the OR. This time my mother, my brothers and my sisters-in-law were there with me, and it was my father on the table.
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