Spider Bones(35)

"VoilÁ."
"But how'd you make the leap to Sons of Samoa?"
"Remember that kid I ID'ed about a year and a half back? The one with the full-body tattoos?"
"The Latin King stabbed outside the bar in Sainte-Anne-de-Bellevue?"
"Yes. I spent hours researching gang tattoos for that case."
"Gold star, Brennan."
Before I could say thanks, Ryan executed one of his head-spinning topic swaps.
"Tell me about the crash."
"I did that."
"Do it again."
"A car pulled to my bumper, tapped me once, tapped me a second time, went to pass, and swerved into my left rear. I cut the wheel-"
"What kind of car?"
"A black SUV."
"Year? Make?"
"It happened too fast."
"How many occupants?"
"Two. I think. The glass was tinted. I couldn't really see."
"Male or female?"
"Yes."
Ryan gave me a look that said he wasn't amused.
"The passenger was definitely male," I said.
"How do you know?"
"He waved."
Ryan let a few beats pass. Then, "Lô doesn't think it was an accident."
Nor did I. But I hadn't wanted to consider the implications.
"What's his thinking?" I asked.
"That it was done on purpose." Sarcastic.
"Fine," I said. "Devil's advocate. Who would want to hurt me or at least frighten me?"
"Let's start with the improbable and work our way in."
Ryan drummed agitated fingers on the wheel.
"Here's one. You angered a local mafioso by insisting he submit a sample of his DNA."
"Nickie Lapasa? That's ridiculous."
"Really? How did Lapasa's old man kick-start his career?"
"No one ever proved the hit-and-run-"
"OK. How about this one? A wacko anthropologist thinks you cost him his job."
"Dimitriadus may be nuts but I doubt he's violent."
"He threw an elbow at you."
Remembering the scene at JPAC, I had to admit, Dimitriadus was upset.
"And, call me crazy, but you're about to ID two people murdered in a drug war."
"Allegedly murdered."
Again, Ryan's look was withering.
"Besides, no one knows that," I added.
"Right. Street gangs are notorious for their lousy communication networks."
"Here's one." It came out more snappish than I'd intended. Or not. "I crossed paths with a couple of drunks."
"Uh-huh," Ryan said.
I expected the usual snarkfest from our daughters. To my surprise, Katy and Lily were together in the kitchen. Tool was blasting from the sound system and both were singing "Vicarious" into wooden spoon mikes.
On seeing us, Katy rushed me.
"Oh my God!"
Lily stared, mouth open, spoon frozen before it.
"You should see the other guy," I said, disengaging from my daughter's embrace.
No one laughed.
"What's for dinner?" I asked, perky as Gidget.
"You said it was a glorified fender bender." Katy's tone was stern. "A fluke that the car got wrecked."
"I'm fine," I said. For the umpteenth time that day.
"If you were fine you wouldn't be wearing that shirt."
"I like birds."
"Your hair is wet. Your face is a train wreck."
"What's that fabulous smell?"
"We made marinara sauce," Lily said. "And shrimp."
"Allow me to change, feed me pasta, and I'll tell you anything." I raised both hands like a spy ready to crack.
Katy watched with suspicion as I climbed the stairs.
Minutes later I was back in a clean shirt and shorts.
I provided the bare essentials. Sans mention of Lô's theory. Swerve. Bump. Plunge. Rescue. In this version the water was two feet deep.
When I finished, Katy commenced one of her typical cross-examinations.
"I thought you were going to JPAC."
"I did. Happily, everything's wrapped up there. What did you do today?"
"What were you doing on the southern end of the island?"
"After JPAC I met with the medical examiner."
"About the guys eaten by sharks?"
"Sharks?" Lily's eyes went wide.
I glanced a question at Ryan.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Definitely tell her."
"A few days back, body parts were recovered from a cove on the southern end of the island. The ME asked me for help. I think we've established who the two men were."
"You can share a little more detail than that." Ryan's eyes were hard on his daughter.
"The victims were probably members of a gang called Sons of Samoa. They may have been murdered and thrown off a cliff."
"For dealing drugs," Ryan added.
"Who were they?" Katy asked, tone a bit gentler.
"Sorry, sweetie. I can't tell you that."
"How old were these men?" Now and then Lily's island childhood sounds in the lilt of her speech. It did so in that question.
"Your age." Again, Ryan spoke straight to his daughter.
"It happened at the southern end of the island?" Katy guessed.
"Makapu'u Point. I finished early with the ME, and decided to take the scenic route home." Rueful smile. It hurt. "Bad choice."
Katy's eyes met Lily's. I was clueless as to the message that passed between them.
"Hey, this sauce is great," I said. "Whose recipe?"
"It came from a jar," Lily said.
"Then, hats off to the shoppers." I raised my glass.
Only Ryan tapped my drink with his.
"Listen," I said. "Look at the upside. We'll get a better set of wheels."
Katy opined that the Cobalt was a piece of crap. Lily agreed.
Lily said I should soak in a hot bath. Katy seconded her suggestion.
Katy volunteered to do the dishes. Lily said she'd help.
Lily offered to drive Katy to her surfing lesson in the morning. Katy accepted.
Ryan and I exchanged glances. Huh?
I did take the bath.
While submerged in wisteria-scented bubbles up to my chin, I reviewed my efforts since arriving in Honolulu.
I'd wrecked a car. Fine. Point against me.
I'd determined that Spider Lowery hadn't been killed in Vietnam. The news would shatter Plato Lowery's world, but a wrong would be righted.
I'd identified the man buried in Lumberton, North Carolina. Forty years after dying in a chopper crash, Luis Alvarez would finally go home.
I'd located the remains of Xander Lapasa. Though not exactly gracious, the Lapasa family would also get closure.
I'd helped Hadley Perry close the Halona Cove cases. And open a beach. Perhaps Logo's and Kealoha's killers would be brought to justice.
And Lily and Katy were getting along.
Lily was right. The hydroaromatherapy relaxed my muscles and calmed my nerves. I emerged from the tub feeling pretty damn good.
     
 

      I AWOKE TO THE FEELING I WAS BEING WATCHED.
Opened my eyes.
The room was shadowy gray. Through the balcony door I saw pewter clouds skimming the ocean.
The clock said 8:40.
"That's going to be one sick scab."
I rolled to my back.
Katy was standing beside my bed.
Scooching to my bum, I stuck a pillow behind my head and patted the mattress.
Katy dropped down beside me. I noticed she was holding a paper.
"You're awake early," I said.
"I may have screwed up."
"Oh?"
"You know I started a blog last winter, right?"
"Right."
"Somehow it got linked over to some biggies, like BuzzFeed and BlogBlast, even the Huffington Post. I can't believe the number of hits I'm getting and the number of people posting comments."
"That's great."
Katy sighed.
"Isn't it?"
"Lately I've been blogging for Coop. I wanted to talk about the stupidity of war, of young people dying far from home, in foreign countries, you know."
"OK." I had no idea where she was going.
"It went totally viral. But people were all over the map, talking about kids getting killed by drunk drivers, shot in drive-bys, shot by cops." Katy twisted a strand of hair as she spoke. "Then, two days ago, this whole new thread started. About gangs."
Uh-oh.
"I mean, there must have been two hundred posts about kids dying as a result of gang violence."
Katy ran the strand of hair across her upper lip. Drew it back. Repeated the gesture.
"Do you know how many gangs there are in Los Angeles alone?" Her tone reflected shock and dismay.
"Tell me you didn't write about the case I discussed last night."
Nothing.
"Did you?"
"You never said not to." Defensive. "And I didn't use any names. I couldn't. I didn't know any."
"Oh, Katy."
"They were young, someone killed them. It's sad, Mom. Even if they were drug dealers."
"Did you mention me?"
"No." Quick. "But I did say the murder happened here."
"Did you identify the gang?"
Katy nodded.
Shit!
"This morning I found this posted to my site."
She handed me a printout of the entry.
YOU TELL CRASY LADY DOC SHE FUCC MIGHTY GANG MIGHTY GANG FUCC HER. AND ALL ENEMIES. MIGHTY GANG SOS. SONS OF SAMOA CRIP. FUCC W SOS YOU DIE!!!My heart threw in extra beats. I forced myself to keep smiling, willed myself to stay calm for Katy's sake.
"Lady doc. Could that be you?" Katy asked.
I put an arm around her shoulders. "The Internet's full of loons."
Some of whom kill, I thought.
"Could it be a threat?"
"More of a rant."
"How could they know? About you, I mean."
"Relax." I decided to low-key it for now. The posting was obscure and almost illiterate. What were the chances it was related to yesterday's collision?