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Little Girl Lost

“Hey! Stop him! He’s got my handbag!” Stunned, Marge could only sit on the sidewalk watching the man who pushed her down force his way through the crowd. Rolling over to her side, she started to get up.

“Get out of my way bitch,” yelled a second man, slamming his fist hard into Marge’s face.

Stars seemed to dance in front of Marge’s eyes from the blow. Forced back down, Marge could feel something warm dripping into her eye as her watched two assailants disappearing around the corner.

Slowly, the remaining crowd came out of their own stupor and fright. Congregating around those who fallen in the onslaught, they helped the others to their feet.

“Are you okay Miss?” a shopkeeper asked after calling 911.

Marge looked up at the man. Putting out her left hand to get up, she yelped in pain when she put her weight on it. “Ow, my wrist.” Rocking back and forth from the pain, she cradled her hand and wrist.

“Oh my, you’re hurt. Stay down until the ambulance gets here,” the shopkeeper said.

“Just what I needed.” The wrist had already started to swell, making Marge’s skin feel tight. Moving her fingers increased the pain unbearably.  Each finger throbbed with each heartbeat. Tears ran down her face as she sat there.

“Don’t try to move it. You’ll hurt it more,” advised one of the women in the crowd who knelt down beside the fallen girl.

Carefully the woman ran her hands down Marge’s legs. “Is anything else hurt?”

“I don’t know,” said Marge allowing the woman to check her out, but when the woman touched Marge’s right knee, Marge yelped. Reaching forward she pushed the woman’s hands away. Involuntarily she used her left hand, causing more pain. Rolling over to her side now, Marge couldn’t stop crying.

“Damn, this time it’s gone to far. Those punks have got to be stopped,” said the shopkeeper looking back down to the corner the criminals had taken.

Over the hubbub, sirens filled the night. Revolving red lights splashed onto the buildings, cars and reflected off the wet streets as the emergency vehicles arrived.

“Anyone hurt?” asked Fire Chief Molina stepping out of the cab of the fire truck.

“Over here Chief. A young woman is,” said the storekeeper waving his arm pointing to the fallen woman.

*****

“You already know how I feel on this Steve. This is the just one of many muggings that has been happening in the last few months and this time someone got hurt. This has to stop and stop now. Our economy is dependent upon these tourists,” said Governor Jameson, punctuating his message with several resounding taps of his finger on his desk.

McGarrett shifted his weight, as he listened to the Governor. “Yes Sir, I do and my office is working on it as we speak. These hooligans move fast using the darkness of night to cover their tracks. But we’ll catch them.”

“I hope so Steve. I’d hate to see this escalate where someone gets hurt again or worse.” Meeting concluded, the Governor rose to his feet and extended his hand out to the Five-0 Chief.

“We’ll make this a top priority item, Sir,” said McGarrett as he left the office.

*****

“Those HPD files arrive yet, Jenny?” asked McGarrett upon entering the office.

“They’re already on your desk,” said Jenny.

Giving her a thumb up and a silent ‘thank you’, he continued. Walking around his desk, he opened the lanai doors savoring the fresh cleaned air and the feeling of openness. Refreshed, he reached over to his phone buzzing Jenny. “Have the guys come in.” Turning back to the window, he contemplated the new case. Sensing when the last man had arrived, he turned around and sat down in his chair.

“Have a seat gentlemen.” McGarrett’s tone clearly denoted the seriousness of new case. “The Governor is unhappy. Waikiki has become a hotbed for muggings in the last few months with the tourists as their primary targets. You know only too well how the he feels about the tourist trade. Apparently there are a couple of men who’ve been shoving their way through the crowds, pushing people down, snatching anything of value.”

“Why are we handling this? I thought HPD handled this type of case,” asked Chin Ho.

“They still are but when a tourist ended up in the hospital yesterday the Governor decided that Five-0 should step in.” Standing up, McGarrett moved over to the lanai doors. Leaning against the frame, he noticed the distant clouds beginning to clear promising a beautiful day. To bad, this beauty is so frequently befouled by crime.

Leaning against the cabinet along the wall, Danny nodded his head in agreement. “Who got hurt?” 

Turning around, McGarrett stepped over to his desk and flipped open the HPD file. “A Miss Marjorie McGregor. Apparently, two men pushed and shoved their way through the crowd and when Miss McGregor fell, she broke her wrist. Several other people hit the ground hard too, but she’s the only on who got hurt. As she tried to get up, a second guy hit her in the face as causing some lacerations to her face and a black eye. She was taken to Queens Hospital and released the same day.”

“Eweee,” replied Kono rubbing his hand and wrist in a sympathetic reaction. “That’s a world of hurt.”

Danny nodded in agreement. “Was anything taken?”

“Just her handbag. When HPD got there, she still had part of a strap in her hands,” said McGarrett.

“What was taken?” Chin Ho asked.

Flipping over a page in the file, McGarrett ran his finger down the report. “Ten dollars, check book, credit cards, keys and other assorted items.”

“Anything on those men?” asked Danny.

“Not really, Danno. Kono, you’ve just finished that Wilson murder. Start checking out some of the other victims in this attack. Chin, set aside that Gordon case for now and help him out. This is a priority case, gentlemen.”

“Sure thing, Boss.” The older detective started to get up but hesitated when McGarrett continued.

“Get with Chief Dann and coordinate with him. Pull whatever manpower you need,” said McGarrett closing up the HPD file.

“Right,” said Kono following his partner.

“You think they’ll get any useful information?” asked Danny. When McGarrett sat down in his chair, Danny walked over to the front of the desk and sat down on one of the arms of the chair.

“It’s hard to say, Danno.  As you know, ten different people can give ten different descriptions. Our job is to figure out which one is right.”

“True. Did you want me to question Miss McGregor?” Danny offered.

“No, I’ll do that. The HPD officer seemed to feel she was more worried about finding her father than the loss of her handbag.”

“How odd, most people would be upset by what just happened,” said Danny.

“Yeah, but I think there’s another story here, Danno.”

*****

Thursday morning Tommy Lewis was walking back from the liquor store when he stopped dead in his tracks. There in the newspaper stand was a copy of that morning’s paper. TOURIST HURT IN ATTACK, FIVE-0 TO INVESTIGATE.  Shoving his hand deep into his pocket, he withdrew a dime to pay for the paper. Quickly scanning the article, he learned that a woman tourist had sustained severe enough injuries to land her in the hospital.

“Damn it. I told Lenkoa to take it easy this time, but does he listen…noooo. Now he’s done got Five-0 lookin’ for us,” said Tommy muttering to himself. He looked briefly around the street for anyone who looked like the law. Seeing no one, he stuck the paper under his arm and crossed the street to the bus stop.

Arriving at Lenkoa’s apartment in Kailua, he pounded on the door. “Lenkoa, open up.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hold your horses,” shouted Lenkoa. Reaching the door, he opened it.

Not waiting for an invite to come in, Tommy pushed his way pass into the apartment. “Man, you’ve really blown it, you’ve really blown it.”

“What the hell you talking about?”

“Your stupid hot headed actions got Five-0 on our tail,” said Tommy tossing him the paper.

“How… Damn.” Lenkoa quickly went over the article, his eyes squinting to narrow slits as he read. “It says that bitch got a broken wrist and a black eye. I didn’t hit her in the face.”

Tommy started to say something, but stopped. He just remembered that he had also hit the downed woman. Not wanting to get into a fight with his friend, he kept silent.

“We’re going to have to split up and lay low for a while. You ever get those camera’s cashed in?”

“Yeah, he gave me ten for each one.”

Shaking his head, Lenkoa wondered why Tommy seemed so stupid at times. “Those things were worth at least forty.”

“Well, he wouldn’t give me no forty,” bemoaned Tommy.

“You should have pushed more,” said Lenkoa. He never had problems with his connections in getting rid of his share of the stolen items and he couldn’t understand why Tommy always allowed himself to be taken by the pawn dealers in his area.

“Well, I can’t take this anymore. You told me that no one would get hurt.”

“You act as if I planned on that bitch getting hurt.”

“I just didn’t think Five-0 would be lookin’ for us, man.  You’re talking the BIG man himself. I don’t want nothin’ to do with him.” Frustrated that his friend didn’t see the danger, Tommy left. He was going to make sure he wouldn’t be found.

*****

Each time Marge placed ice bag on top of her swollen right knee, it would slide off if she moved. Exasperated, she decided to put the bag on top of the pillow underneath her knee but this proved to be disastrous when the ice bag’s plug popped off.

Damn it. Now the bed’s wet. Quickly she tossed the damp bedspread and pillow onto the floor. With that done she felt around the rest of her bed with both hands for any dampness.

Oh, you fool. I guess it’s time to take another pain pill. The sharp pain in her left wrist reminded her that she shouldn’t have used it and the throbbing pain in her knee had increased. Sitting down on the bed, she reached over to the nightstand for her pain medication. The sudden knock at the door startled her causing her to drop the bottle.

“Just a minute.” Marge said bending down to retrieve the bottle before hobbling over to the door. “Who is it?”

“Steve McGarrett, State Police,” said the voice on the other side of the door.

Allowing the door to open only as far as the security chain would permit; Marge cautiously glanced through the opening. In front of the door stood a remarkably handsome man dressed in a dark blue business suit. His demeanor suggested he was a person of power, one who commanded obedience and got it. “Can I see some ID?”

“Certainly,” proffering his badge and identification card.

“Sorry, I can’t be too careful, you know.” Unchaining the door, Marge allowed him in.

“That’s understandable.” The black eye and bruising on the woman’s face confirmed the HPD report. There was a small bandage covered up a portion of the ugly bruise along her cheek and a dark ring ran under the puffy eye. That’s going to be one beauty of a black eye. Thankfully, it doesn’t look like her nose was broken.

“What can I do for you Mister - ah - McGarrett is it?” Retrieving her soda from the nightstand, she led the way over to the small table.

Glancing around the tidy room informed McGarrett of the emotional state of his interviewee. He noted the pillows piled up along the headboard and a note pad on top of the open phone book lying next to the phone on the bed.

“Steve McGarrett. I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.” He mentally noted her stiffness as she sat down in one of the chairs.

“No, not at all, I was just getting ready to take another pain pill and make some phone calls.”

“How’s your arm?” McGarrett watched as she tried to open the bottle with only one hand. “Here, let me get that for you,” he offered. Opening the bottle, he checked the dosage and shook out two pills.

“Thank you,” she said downing the pills. “It still hurts. When I fell, I banged up my knee too.” Reaching down, she rubbed the injured area tenderly. “The doctor told me to stay off it as much as I can for a few days.”

“That sounds about right. If you’re up to it, I’d like to ask you about yesterday’s attack. Can you give me any information on the people involved?”

Marge looked into his steely blue eyes. Unsettled a bit by his penetrating look, something told her she could trust him implicitly. This is one man I wouldn’t want to cross. I’m glad he’s not looking for me.

“I’m afraid I don’t really have any information. Other than seeing his backside, I didn’t get to see too much of him.”

“I understand but what about the type of clothing, his hair – was it long, short? What color was it?” McGarrett asked trying to get her to broaden her visualization memory of the incident.

Taking in a deep breath Marge sat back to think about his question. “I think he was wearing dark colored pants and shirt with some sort of print on it but I don’t know what it was. I do remember that his hair was dark and short.”

Withdrawing his note pad and pen from within his jacket, he wrote down this bit of information. Hoping she might still be able to recall more about the first man, he tried a different tactic. “Did you happen to notice what his nationality was?”

“I’m sorry Mr. McGarrett, but I don’t know. It happened to fast.” Marge was getting frustrated a bit now. She knew he needed more information about the men, but she just couldn’t remember. 

Exhaling in disappointment, McGarrett sat back. He understood why she couldn’t remember every detail of her first attacker. Still needing to get more information, he changed his questions to another part of the attack. “Was this first man the one who took your handbag or the second man?”

“The first man took my handbag. The second man was the one who hit me. He was white and had long blond hair. That I remember because it fell in front of his face,” she said. “But to tell you the truth, I was too scared to really remember much more about him.”

McGarrett nodded his head and smiled sympathetically. “It is hard to remember such things when you’re down and being hurt. The HPD report said they took your handbag. What did you have in it?”

“Just the normal stuff; my hotel room key, some makeup, my driver’s license, my one and only credit card, my social security card and my checkbook but cash wise, they only got about ten dollars. I’ve already contacted my bank in regard to the theft.” Marge smiled demurely back at him.

“Good girl,” said McGarrett. He couldn’t help but smile at her plucky attitude. “Was that all?”

“No. My father’s picture was in it along with the last letter I received from him.”

“Last letter?” McGarrett’s curiosity was aroused at this last item.

“Yes. My parents split up when I was eight. But Dad and I use to write to each other frequently. Then, two years ago, the letters stopped. His last one was post marked from here in Hawaii.”

“So is that why you’re here in Hawaii?”

“Yes. I’m trying to find him.”

“Do you have that letter with you?” Sitting forward again.

“Unfortunately, it was in my purse.” She sighed as she fingered a gold locket she was wearing. “Now all I have of his is this. He sent it to me for my sixteenth birthday.”

Visibly upset, Marge turned to look out the window. A tear slowly trickled down her cheek. Taking a deep breath, she turned back around. “I’ve been trying to make some phone calls, but I’ve not have any luck so far,” Marge said when she saw McGarrett looking at the open phone book and note pad.

Nodding in agreement, he tapped the desk with his pen trying to decide if he wanted to become involved with her quest. “What about your mother? How does she feel about your father?” he asked. 

“She doesn’t care. She proved that when she married a man I can’t stand,” Marge bitterly said.

“I get the feeling you didn’t like your stepfather very much,” said McGarrett not really believing that she felt that way and having decided to pursue this case.

“No I don’t because he’s not good enough for my mom. Only my dad is,” said Marge a bit protectively.

“Ah.” realizing the real reason of her resentment. “How old are you, Miss McGregor?”

“I turned eighteen last month. I no longer have to do as my mother wishes,” Marge proclaimed proudly.

“Was your father ever in the military?”

“Yes, he was in Korea with the Navy, but when he got out he joined some other military group. Some sort of reserve group.”

The corners of McGarrett’s mouth lifted a little. “It sounds like you miss him a lot.”

“Yes, I do, Mr. McGarrett. You see I never got to see him after he left, but we kept in touch. He was planning on calling mom to make arrangements for me to come and spend some time with him. By then mom and John had been going together. They were even talking about getting married, but it was only talk…nothing firm.  You know what I mean?” The tone in her voice had softened quite a bit and she relaxed some more when McGarrett nodded his head.

“Tell you what; I’ll do some checking. Maybe I can discover where he is,” bringing their conversation to an end as he got up.

“Could you? That would be wonder,” she said smiling appreciatively, struggling to get up.

“No, just stay seated. I’ll see myself out and I’ll give you a call when I have any news.”

Tired and emotionally drained, Marge watched him depart. Her despair was gone and it felt good to know that someone helping her.

*****

Gordon Slims and Bill Sneed, seated at the break room table in the back of the Sea Breeze kitchen, noticed the oriental detective approaching them. “Five-0?”

Chin Ho smiled and nodded his head as he reached into his jacket, for his badge. “You two Gordon and Bill?” 

“Uh huh. Our boss says you’re lookin’ for leads to that attack yesterday,” said Bill.

Putting away his badge, Chin switched it for his note pad. “Yeah. Either of you see the attack?”

“Yeah, we both did,” said Gordon.

“Tell me about it,” smiled Chin as he took a seat across from the two men.

*****

“Kono called,” said Jenny handing McGarrett a small stack of messages. A minute later, she went his office with a cup of coffee.

Sitting down heavily into his chair, McGarrett sorted out the messages. Upon hearing her steps, McGarrett looked up. “Thanks, Love.” A sip of the hot brew tasted bitter, but that’s the way he liked it. “What did he say?” he asked after taking a second sip.

“He hasn’t had any luck yet,” she said handing him her notes on the conversation.

“Anything else?”

“Nothing from Danny yet, but Chin’s called in. He thinks he’s got a lead one of the men and is following it up.”

“Where is he now?”

“On his way to the Sea Breeze Hotel, that’s where the two men work,” Jenny said picking up the files in his out basket.

“If a Marjorie McGregor calls, put her through.”

“Sure thing. Oh, by the way, I know you’ve not eaten today so I made a couple of sandwiches for you,” she said pointing to the napkin-covered plate on his desk before she went back to her desk.

“Thanks Lov, hint taken,” he said lifting the edge of the napkin to reveal two PB&J’s. Ignoring the plate, he picked up the receiver and dialed a well-known number. After several rings, it was answered and he requested to speak to Lieutenant Commander Holliston.

“Hi Steve, what’s up?” asked the Lieutenant Commander.

“Hi Bill. I’ve got a special sort of personal case going and could use some help.” McGarrett explained the reason for his call and received a promise to look into the matter for him.

*****

Seeing a familiar boy waving at him, Danny pulled his LTD over to the curb. “Hey Loki. What’s up?”

“Hi Mister Williams. You gonna coach the team again this spring?” asked Loki when he reached the car.

Twisting a little in his seat so he could see the boy better, Danny smiled back and nodded. “You planning on trying out for the team again?”

“Yeah, if mom lets me. Grades you know. Not doing so good this year,” replied Loki.

“Loki. You’ve got to try harder. Get those grades back up so your mom will let you,” said Danny gently reprimanding his star player.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know,” said Loki accepting the scolding in the heart it was given. “Hey, have you and McGarrett found those two men from last night’s attack?”

“No not yet. You haven’t heard as to who they might be or where they are, have you?” asked the sandy haired detective.

“Yep. In fact mom and I were coming home on The Bus when it happened. Tommy Lewis sure beat the hell out of that that lady.”

The detective’s eyes lit up at hearing this. His smile broaden even more as he reached across the seat to open the passenger door. “Get in Loki.”

*****

“Have a seat, Chin. We were just going over the case. Anything on that lead?”

“Yeah. I found two men who saw the attack. Got them going through the mug shots now. What about the girl? Anything useful?” Chin asked as he sat down.

“Not really. She’s here looking for her father. I told her I’d do some checking for her.”

“Hey, what gives Boss? Since when is Five-0 in the missing persons business?” Chin teasingly asked.

“We’re not. I am,” said McGarrett inadvertently rising to the bait.

“Ah. She must be a pretty wahine then,” teased Kono.

A jovial chuckle erupted from the two detectives at the joke put over on their boss. The merriment continued until the phone rang ending the gambit as McGarrett answered it.

“Steve, I’ve located one of the attackers.”

“Good going, Danno. Where are you?”

“At the Pipeline’s number three lifeguard station. It’s Lenkoa Pahoa. He’s held up in it and giving us a fight. I’ve got….”

Gunfire could be heard in the background. Several twangs reverberated as the slugs hit the patrol car. Several louder shots echoed over the connection as Danny and an HPD officer returned fire.

“Danno! What’s going on?” screamed McGarrett grabbing his holster from the coat rack.

“We’re under fire, Steve! I need some more back up.” Several more gunshots could be heard but at a distance.

“Hold on Danno! We’re on our way,” said McGarrett slamming down the receiver. “Come on. Danno’s at the Pipeline. He’s got Lenkoa Pahoa, one of the attackers, cornered there and needs some help,” he said throwing on his jacket as he ran out of the office with the others hot on his heels.

*****

The Pipeline at the North Shore was a favorite surfing spot in Hawaii. The large waves attracted surfers from all over to try their metal against some of the largest waves in the world. During the fall and winter months, the sides of the narrow two-lane road were frequently packed with vehicles. Hundreds of people came to watch the monster waves and surfers who were brave enough to venture out into the waters.

The powerful black Mercury weaved its way through the late afternoon traffic. The flashing red light on top and the blaring siren forewarned the traffic ahead to move out of its way.

Chin grabbed the doorframe to prevent himself from sliding into his boss as McGarrett steered into a fast corner. Glancing over at McGarrett then back at Kono in the backseat, the Oriental detective wondered why Danny didn’t have white hair yet from riding on so many wild car chases with their boss.

“Get out of the way,” yelled McGarrett angrily as he hit the car’s horn. The slow moving traffic agitated him as he swung the steering wheel hard to the right then hard to the left barely avoiding a surfer and his board. Seeing an empty spot along the topside of the beach, he slammed on the breaks coming to a screeching halt.

McGarrett was already out of the car and running towards a group of HPD cruisers surrounding the sides of the number three lifeguard tower before Chin and Kono could follow. McGarrett crouched behind an HPD cruiser near his second-in-command.

“Danno!”

Turning to acknowledge his name, Danny pointed over at the wooden tower. McGarrett nodded his head. Keeping low, he circled his way around the tower as he made his way over to Danny.

“What’ve we got?” McGarrett carefully looked through the cruisers windows at the tower. He could see that there was no way of getting near the front of the building without being seen. The back and sides were solid wood with no entry available. The only way into the tower was up a flight of stairs. From his position, he could see the door to the tower was open but no one could actually see inside it unless they were on those stairs.

“Lenkoa Pahoa, a small time hood, was identified as one of the men on this last attack. My witnesses told me where he worked and when I went to his job at the junkyard, he bolted. We’ve tried to talk him out but so far no go,” said Danny.

McGarrett nodded. Taking the bullhorn from Danny, he raised it to his lips. “Pahoa, this is McGarrett, Five-0. You might as well give up. You’re not going any where but down if you fight.”

Several slugs slammed their way into the cruiser in reply. Several HPD officers returned fire. McGarrett and Danny ducked choosing not to shoot. “Hold your fire,” McGarrett ordered through the bullhorn.

“Pahoa, throw out your weapon. I’ll guarantee your safety if you give up now,” McGarrett said.

“Yeah, how do I know that some popped up pig won’t take a pot shot at me as I throw it out?”

“I give you my word. NO ONE will shoot.”

Several minutes went by with no reply from Lenkoa.

“Pahoa. Make up your mind now,” ordered McGarrett.

“Okay, okay. But I can’t walk out, one your pigs out there got lucky. My leg is all busted up.”

“Then crawl over to the door and toss out the gun.”

Everyone behind the cars tensed up as the seconds slipped by. When they saw a dark object being tossed out, McGarrett and Danny left their cover and ran over to the stairs. Guns drawn, the two men cautiously went up the steps.

“Roll over onto your stomach and stick your hands out.”

Grunting in pain, Lenkoa did as he was told.

Slipping pass his boss, Danny bent down and placed his left knee in the middle of his prisoner’s back. “Give me your right hand,” he ordered. With a satisfying click, he closed the handcuff then ordered his prisoner to give him his other hand.

“Book ‘em, Danno,” said McGarrett. He stepped aside to allow the men to remove the wounded criminal.

*****

“I ain’t telling you nothin’. I didn’t do anythin’ and you can’t prove that I did,” said Lenkoa. For the last hour, he had steadfastly refused to admit that he had done anything wrong. After the hospital treated his minor leg wound, Danny escorted him back to McGarrett’s office for questioning.

Danny slapped the desk with impatience. “Look Lenkoa, I’ve got three witnesses who can positively ID you at any time.”

The unexpected noise made Lenkoa jump. “Hey, I’m a citizen. I know my rights. You can’t treat me like this.”

“If you’ve done nothing wrong then you’ll be able to explain how these witnesses saw you push through this crowd, causing people to fall and grabbing what you could off of them,” said Chin Ho.

“What of it? No one got hurt and these rich haoles can easily afford it?” said Lenkoa.

“Ah, so you admit it then, you did do it. Well, bruddha, your facing a felony assault charges when you decided to fire upon an peace officer, battery with injuries AND grand thief robbery,” Chin Ho said.

“No way, no one got hurt and most those stupid trinkets were worthless. I couldn’t even fence the majority of them off,” Lenkoa shouted back.

“You’ve already basically admitted you did this, so come clean Lenkoa. Where’s your partner? We already know that Tommy Lewis was the other guy. Where is he?” asked Danny.

“Take a flying leap Pig. I ain’t squealing on no one, least of all Tommy.”

Danny’s eyebrows rose as he looked over at McGarrett. The Five-0 chief had been quiet during all of this, but hearing there maybe more then just the two doing this, he got up and walked over in front of Lenkoa. Bending down, he placed his face inches away from their prisoner’s. “You mean there are more then just the two of you doing this?”

Lenkoa shrank back.

“I want to know who they are and I want to know now!” said McGarrett.

“I ain’t tellin’ you nothing, man, NOTHIN’!”

“Look bruddha, you facin’ some hard time. Turn State’s evidence and maybe, just maybe, I’ll talk to the D.A. You don’t help, you’re going down for the whole rap, dig?” McGarrett’s eyes had turned stone cold. His tone sent chills up and down Lenkoa’s back as the meaning of what the Five-0 chief had said finally sunk in.

*****

Frustrated, Marge walked out onto the lanai. The evening drizzle had already dampened everything. A light breeze whirled around her lazily, sprinkling her with moisture. The noises of Waikiki could be heard from below. Standing there enjoying the site and sounds of the city, her stomach growled. Leaving her room, she left the hotel to look for a place to eat. Not seeing any place special, she continued along the crowded sidewalk.

Damn, I guess my knee isn’t so good. Looking around she noticed a three-wheeled bicycle with what looked like a back seat on it.

“You wantin’ a ride?” the man asked when he noticed her looking at him.

“Ah…yeah, I…I’m looking for a good place to eat,” said Marge getting stiffly into the back.

“Ah> Well, I know of a very good place. The Royal Hawaiian is excellent. Their ‘ahi’ plate is great.”

“What is ‘ah-he’?” asked Marge.

“It’s pronounced ‘ahi’ and it’s fresh tuna.”

“Well, I want more than just a sandwich,” Marge replied thinking he meant a tuna fish sandwich.

“Auwe a'ole. You couldn’t be more wrong. This is a nice seared tuna steak. It’s really great,” he informed her. It didn’t take very long to get to the old pink building. Once there he helped her out of the back.

Thanking him, she paid him then moved slowly towards the entrance. Dwarfed by the modern aged high-rises, the old building looked palatial.  Entering the foyer, she felt transported back in time. Mouth hanging open, she looked at the various paintings and pictures of old Hawaii.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” said a voice behind her.

She jumped a little when she heard the familiar voice. “Mr. McGarrett, I didn’t hear you.”

McGarrett gave her a friendly smile. “I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you here for dinner?”

“Yes, I decided to take a break and get something to eat. This place was suggested by the guy on the funny three-wheeled bike.”

“Those are called pedi-cabs. He’s right. It’s a good choice. I was just going in. Care to join me?”

Blushing at the offer, Marge nodded her acceptance. This man was old enough to be her father yet his handsome manly physique and mannerisms appealed to her. “I’d be happy to, Sir,” she said with a playful southern accent.

Amused at her manner, McGarrett offered her his arm as they walked towards the restaurant.

“How goes your search?” McGarrett asked her as they waited for their meal.

“Disappointingly slow. Everyone I’ve called has never heard of my father. I’ve called several canneries and warehouses and was just starting on the hotels, like you suggested when I realized how hungry I was.”

McGarrett nodded his head in agreement. “A friend of mine is checking into some military records for me. The others of my team are also going to check with their family and friends.”

“Thank you. I wasn’t expecting this much help.” The smile on Marge’s face broadened at this bit of news. Excited by having so much help, her actions became very animated.

Not accustomed to dealing with teenagers, her behavior amused McGarrett. “Have you thought of what you’ll do when you find him? What if he doesn’t want to see you?” he asked trying to get her to settle down.

Stumped by his questions, Marge sat still as she thought. “I don’t know. I’m sure my father will be happy to see me though. I couldn’t imagine it any other way.” 

Mature yet naďve. “How come?”

Before she could answer, their dinners arrived. “Yum, this is great. What’s it called again?”

“Ahi. It’s one of their specialties.” The mahi mahi he had was cooked to perfection too. Cutting a piece of it, he slipped it onto her plate. “Try this. It’s mahi mahi.”

Taking a small piece, she looked at it then ate it. The surprised look on her face made McGarrett smile.

“Good, isn’t it,” he said.

“Very much so,” Marge said, finishing off the small sample. “I was thinking about your question. I couldn’t see why my father wouldn’t want to see me. After all, he had written to mom to arrange for me to come visit with him several years back.”

“True, but I want you to understand his feelings may have changed. He might not want to see you.”

Marge didn’t say anything to that. Suddenly, it seemed as if she had lost her appetite. Pushing the vegetables around, she couldn’t make herself look up. Dejected, she finally pushed the plate away.

“Well, I wouldn’t give up yet. You’ve just started your search and some answers just take longer to achieve,” said McGarrett.

Marge nodded her head, silently agreeing with what he was saying. He’s right. I can’t give up yet and after all, he said he would help. Pulling her plate back, she took a bite of the ahi.

Assiduously listening to the advice and information McGarrett gave her Marge continued to eat. He told her of some of the investigative tricks he used when gathering information. How just a little bit of information could break a case wide open.

By the end of their meal, she felt better and encouraged that this task she had set for herself could be done. And with their help, I’ll finally get to see my father. I’ve just got to be more determined.

Being the congenial host, McGarrett paid for her meal. Escorting her outside he asked, “Did you plan to walk back or take a cab?”

“I don’t know. There’s no pedi-cab’s around, so I guess I’ll walk.”

McGarrett shook his head. “I don’t think that’s good idea. As you found out, the nights here can be dangerous. Let me give you a ride back to your hotel.” When they reached the hotel, the two rode the elevator up to her floor.

Unlocking her door, they walked into her room. After a quick perusal of her room, McGarrett removed a business card from his jacket. Flipping it over, he scribbled on it. “My home phone number is on the back. If you feel uneasy about anything or have any questions, call me, day or night. I’ll give you a call when I find out anything."

“Hopefully I won’t have any problems, but if I do I’ll call you.” Closing the door, she thought about his advice and mentally plotted her next course of action.

*****

“Hey, Chief, the Commander wants you over at the communications shack, pronto,” said Ensign Medaglia.

“Huh? What’s the matter? Did that damn system go down again?” Chief Paul McGregor asked sourly. He wasn’t in a particularly good mood that day with all the problems that kept popping up delaying the completion of this job.

“I don’t know, but he says to move your ass.”

Half irritated and half relieved for the break, McGregor handed his assistant his clipboard.

“Commander, you wanted to see me?”

“Yeah, Paul. Captain Eldon is on the line for you,” he said handing him the receiver.

“Say what!”

Stunned, McGregor looked at him. Shrugging his shoulders, he lifted up the receiver to his ear. “McGregor here,”

“Chief McGregor, do you have a daughter about 18 years old?” Captain Eldon asked.

“Ah, yes Sir. She lives with her mother in Danville, West Virginia. Why?”

“Well she’s not there now. She’s in Honolulu looking for you. Apparently, Steve McGarrett, of Five-0, went to Lieutenant Commander Holliston. He’s looking for you.”

*****

Without looking up from the file he was reading, McGarrett reached over and depressed the blinking intercom button, silencing its buzz. “Yes Jenny.”

“I’ve got Lieutenant Commander Bill Holliston on the line.”

“Thanks love, pass him through.” He set the file aside and picked up the phone receiver. “Good morning Bill, did you find anything?”

“Yes, I’ve located Mr. McGregor. He’s a Chief Damage Controlman with the Coast Guard located on the Big Island.”

“Can you tell him that his daughter is looking for him?”

“It’s already done, Steve. And I’ve called Captain Eldon in Hilo and asked if he can arrange leave for him. He’s checking into it.”

“Good. Good. Miss McGregor will be glad to hear that. Let me know when he’s coming?”

“Will do. Glad to be of assistance.”

*****

“Yes, I understand. Thank you for checking anyway,” said Marge hanging up the phone. Damn, that was the last of the warehouses. It’s as if he’s vanished into thin air. NO ONE has heard of him. She sighed heavily. I guess I better get cleaned up, she thought realizing that she was still in her nightgown.

Refreshed, she got dressed in a short blue skirt and flowery aloha shirt. Heading out of the hotel, she caught a cab, telling the driver to take her to the Iolani Palace. When the cab stopped in front of the old building, she paused before getting out.

“That will be two fifty, Miss,” said the driver.

“Ah…thanks…here,” said Marge pulling out the fee, then opened the door to get out.

Walking up to the bottom of the worn stone steps, she paused to look at grandeur of the old building. Its antiquity was so different then anything else she had ever seen. Entering the building, she marveled at the highly polished marble flooring. All along the walls were various pictures and statues. Each had a placard, identifying the people and their part in Hawaii’s past.

“How beautiful,” said Marge running her hand along the bottom railing of a vast koa wood staircase positioned in the center of the floor. A sign near it informed her of the various offices within the old building.

Looking at the upper floor, she noticed several more pictures and doors. The sign said it’s up there. Grunting a little with each step, she slowly made her way up the stairs.

Ah, to the right, Marge thought. Reaching the door marked Hawaii Five-0; she opened it and stiffly walked in.

Three cubicles ran along the left hand side of the wall. A heavyset Hawaiian occupied the first one. It looked like he was going over some paperwork. The other two cubicles were empty.

McGarrett’s office must be back there. A well-positioned secretary’s desk was just off the right of the door bearing a sign, S. McGarrett. 

Hearing unfamiliar footsteps, Jenny stopped typing and looked up. “May I help you?”

Smiling but feeling nervous, Marge walked over to her desk. “I’m Marge McGregor and I’d like to see Steve McGarrett, if he’s available.” It must be interesting working here with such a man.

“Oh yes. He’s busy right now, but he’ll want to see you. Let me tell him you’re here?” Jenny noticed the young woman’s short skirt. Hmmm, it’s unusual for the Boss to be interested in such a young one. She’s almost jailbait.

Marge felt as if the secretary were pre-judging her. “I can wait.” 

“Why don’t you take a seat. I’ll be right back,” said Jenny. Getting up, she stepped over to the door and knocked.

“Come,” came a voice from inside.

Entering the office, Jenny saw that McGarrett was still on the phone, so she waited silently.

“One moment Jenny. Sorry, yes, as I said, she’s okay. Her broken wrist has been set. No, other than a few bruises, sore knee and broken wrist, she’s okay. Not a problem, we’re keeping an eye on her.”

McGarrett looked up at Jenny, raising his index finger indicating he was almost done.

“Yes, I think that would be a good idea. Yes, her father has been located and should be here soon. No, not a problem. She’s staying at the Beachcomber. Yeah, just give them a call. I’m sure they can arrange something for you. Good. Let me know what flight and I’ll arrange to have someone meet you. Okay, I’ll see you then, aloha.” Finished with the call, McGarrett hung up the receiver and looked up.

“Sorry to interrupt Boss,” Jenny said stopping just inside. “Miss McGregor is here.”

“Is this the young girl you were telling me about?” asked Danny. His eyebrows rose with interest as he stood up.

“Yes, it is.” McGarrett got up and walked around his desk to meet her. “Thanks Jenny. Show her in.”

Stepping back to the door, Jenny gestured to Marge to enter, and then closed the door.

McGarrett noticed Marge’s step was still stiff as she walked into his office. Shaking her hand, he escorted deeper into his office. “Come on in Marge. This is Danny Williams, my second-in-command.”

“Welcome to Hawaii,” said Danny. “I’ll leave you two alone. I’ve got some things to check out, so I’ll catch you later, Steve.”

Marge shyly waved her hello and goodbye to the curly haired detective as he left the office. “He seems like a nice man.”

How does he do it? He’s just met her and he’s already captured her attention.

When Marge looked over to the Five-0 chief, she noticed him lightly shaking his head, yet he also had a skewed smile on his face. Realizing she was watching him, he chose not to explain his feelings, but invited her to sit down in one of the chairs near his desk.

“So what brings you to the Palace?” asked McGarrett taking the chair next to her.

“I’ve spent this morning making calls, with absolutely no results. So, I decided to take a break and come see you.”

“How are you feeling?”

“The knee is doing better, but my wrist still hurts some,” said Marge gently holding the cast in her right hand.

“That’s good to hear. Well, I have some good new for you. You’re father has been located. He’s…”

“He has! Where is he?”

Smiling at her enthusiasm, he continued. “He’s over on the Big Island of Hawaii. He’s a reservist with the Coast Guard.”

“If he’s here then why hasn’t he written?” asked Marge suddenly realizing that he should have been in contact with her more.

“That I don’t know. You’ll have to ask him that yourself when you see him.”

“When will that be?”

“It shouldn’t be long. His commander still needs to submit the paperwork for his leave. But it shouldn’t be very long,” said McGarrett. Getting up he walked over to his phone and depressed the intercom button. “Jenny, have Danno come in.”

“Sure thing, Boss,” replied Jenny.

A few minutes later, the door opened. “Something up?” asked Danny. Walking up to the two, he gave Marge another smile of welcome.

“I’ve got a 2:30 meeting with the Governor. I’ll need someone to take Miss McGregor back to her hotel,” said McGarrett.

“I’ll take care of that, Steve.”

“Good. I’ll let you know when your father arrives, Miss McGregor. Until then, take it easy and enjoy Hawaii,” said McGarrett slipping on his suit coat.

*****

“You hungry?” Danny asked, opening the car door for Marge.

“Ah…yes, I am. How did you know?”

“Well, it’s almost dinnertime and…” Closing the door, he quickly walked around and got in before continuing. “I heard your stomach growling.” Starting the engine, he pulled out of the parking lot and turned onto Kings Street.

Marge smiled, a slight blush colored her cheeks. “I didn’t know it was that loud.”

Laughing, Danny glanced over at his passenger. “You must really love your father to have traveled so far.”

“Yes, I do. I don’t remember very much about him, like what he looks like, but I got to know him while we were writing.”

“How does your mother feel about you staying in touch with him?”

“I don’t think she really cares.”

“Have you ever asked her?”

Becoming upset at his insistent questioning, Marge silently looked over at him. “No. Once she started seeing John, she quit caring about me.” Why does he want to know all of this? What’s it to him?

Aware of the defensive tone to her voice, Danny kept quiet. Oops, I’m pushing too much. She’s still hurting from her mother’s sudden marriage. I can see that she’s still naďve like Steve said.

The traffic opened up enough for Danny to finally switch lanes. The restaurant he wanted was just ahead. “I hope you like Japanese. This place has the best sushi around,” Danny said turning into the parking lot. Maybe as we eat I can get to know more about her. 

“Sushi?”

Grinning, Danny explained to her what it contained.  Once inside and seated, they looked over the menu.

“So many things to choose from, I don’t know what to pick,” Marge commented. She didn’t’ want to seem dumb, but she’d never had Japanese food before.

“Have you ever had Chinese?”

“Yeah. There’s a place back at home that I use to go to with my mom.”

“Well, Japanese is very similar to Chinese. They just cook it differently. Do you like fish and shrimp?” Danny asked looking over the menu for something he thought she’d like.

“I love shrimp, but the only fish I’ve had is deep fried battered cod.”

Smiling and nodding his head in understanding, he suggested she let him choose.

“I didn’t mean to upset you earlier. I’m just trying to understand what you’ve gone through,” Danny said as they waited for their meal.

Marge looked down first and then turned to look at the interior of the restaurant. “I know you are. It’s just…”

“I understand,” Danny interrupted.

“What I can’t understand is why she fell out of love with him. Why did she have to go and divorce him?”

“That I can’t answer, but I know it does happen. What you need to understand though is how your mother feels. There is an innate need to be around someone you can feel comfortable with and to be able to trust.”

Confused, Marge didn’t say anything.

“This doesn’t mean she’s quit loving you. Maybe by marrying her new husband - John - is it - maybe this is her way of securing a whole family for you.”

“So what you’re saying is…she’s trying to give me a father figure. Someone I can fall back on because my real father isn’t around,” Marge said swallowing hard. She didn’t know how she felt anymore, but she was beginning to understand how her mother might feel.

By then their orders had arrived. As they ate, they continued to talk about her feelings toward her stepfather. From what she told Danny, John seemed to be a caring man and she thought he did love her mother.

Finished with their meal, the two departed for Marge’s hotel.

“I’ve got a few questions for you, Marge, and I want you to think about the answers before you reply,” said Danny as he drove.

Marge looked at him suspiciously but silently gave him an affirmative nod.

“Why do you hate your stepfather so intensely? What were the arguments about to make you hate him so?”

Feeling uncomfortable with the question, she looked out of the car’s window at the storm-swiped evening sky. The many confrontations with her stepfather flooded her memory.

“Can you answer my questions?” He noticed her body posture had started to relax. “Marge?”

Turning back to her inquisitor, there were tears in her eyes. “I...uh...we never seem to get along. It always seems like he’s putting my dad down. He also never seems to clean up after himself. Mom’s always having me clean up after him,” she said defensively. But as she thought back, she began to replay what had happened in the last few months.

“So, in your opinion, he’s not a very nice person. Why?”

“Because he’s not,” said Marge. She didn’t like this type of questioning and had begun to raise her voice as they talked. “I also don’t like the idea of him trying act like as if he was my dad. And deep down I sort of hoped my parents would get back together, so we could be a family once again.”

Danny gave her a disapproving sideways glance. Marge noticed this and looked out the window once more. He knew he was close to the real reason for her belligerence and intended on pushing the issue a bit more. “Those seem like pretty petty reasons, almost like a little girl looking for a spanking.”

Marge was now very confused. She knew a lot of what he was saying was true, but she didn’t want to believe what he was telling her. “You don’t know how it was. I…”

“We’re in the same car, you don’t need to yell,” interrupted Danny sternly. “Look Marge, your stepfather will never be your biological father, but he can be a good friend if you give him a chance. Remember, it takes two to argue too.”

Still feeling defensive, but accepting his reprimand, Marge remained silent.

Sensing her attitude had changed; Danny stayed silent for a minute or two, and then continued in a softer tone. “Think about it. I’m also sure he’s not trying to replace your father. When he married your mom, he knew he was coming into an established family. This change isn’t easy on him either, nor is it easy for your mother.”

The light ahead had turned red. Stopping the car, Danny looked over at Marge. I can see she has a lot of growing up to do. 

Danny continued his lecture as they waited for the light to change. “Look, Steve’s already been in touch with your mother. She’s worried sick about you. John is too. They both want what is best for you.” He stopped talking to see if she had anything to say. When she didn’t reply, he continued.

“Since we’ve located your dad and it may be awhile before he arrives, why do you give your mom a call? I know she’d love to hear from you.”

Tears now ran freely down her cheeks. When Danny put his arm around her shoulder, she moved in closer to him.

When the light changed, he continued down the road. Reaching the hotel, he removed his arm from around her so he could make the turn and park the car.

Placing his hand back around her, Danny silently sat there while he rubbed her back, trying to comfort her as she cried it out. Several minutes later the cries started to subside and were replaced by hiccups.

“Oh boy,” she replied then hiccupped again. “Now… hick… I’ve done it. Hick. I’ll never get rid of… hick …these darn things. Hick.”

They both laughed at her little problem. “John really isn’t all that bad…hick… you know. I guess it’s just because I can’t understand why Mom...hick…and Dad separated.”

“Things like that happen even in the best of families. Something just didn’t click for them anymore. The love they had when they got married must have faded away.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Hick…damn. Mom frequently said she was lonely.”

“Try holding your breath,” Danny suggested.

Taking a deep breath, Marge held it for several seconds. When no further hiccups occurred, she continued. “That was before she met John. When she first started to date him, I didn’t like it and we’d have tons of fights.”

“Ah, so there’s a bit of possessive jealousy here,” said Danny nodding his head.

Marge looked at him questioningly as she thought of what he had just said. Finally it dawned on her that he might be right. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. As I think back now, I was the one who’d go stomping back to my bedroom most of the time. I’d slam my door so hard the whole house would shake.”

“I’ve been known to rattle a few windows closing doors myself,” Danny confessed to her. The two laughed.

“I guess John isn’t all that bad. He’s been very nice to mom and I have to admit, she does seem happier. You know, several times, now that I think about, I’d catch mom crying late at night. But whenever I’d ask her about it, she’d say it was nothing. This was before she had met John.

“It wasn’t until after she met John that she started to dress up more. Sometimes, on a Saturday, the three of us would go shopping. We’d spend the entire day trying on clothes and such. At first, I didn’t mind him hanging around. It wasn’t until mom started to go on trips over the weekend with him that I started to really get jealous. It seemed to me like she didn’t have time for me anymore.”

“How old were you then?” Danny asked.

“Sixteen.”

When Marge became sullen again, Danny didn’t pressure her for any more information. From the expression on her face, he could tell she was thinking about what they had been talking about. Exiting the car, the two walked over to the elevator.

Reaching her hotel room, Danny turned to her. Marge had relaxed once more; there was even a small smile on her face. “I hope you’ll think about what I’ve said. I do understand how you might be feeling, but you need to give John a chance.”

Marge didn’t saying anything but nodded her head in agreement. After Danny left, Marge picked up the phone, sat back on the bed and called home.

*****

The phone rang several times before a very sleepy male voice answered. “Hello.”

“John? It’s Marge.”

The familiar voice completely woke John Maxwell up. Reaching over to the nightstand he turned on the light then turned back to his wife and gently shook her shoulder. “Beth, wake up. Marge is on the line.”

Beth immediately sidled over next to her husband who put the phone between them so they both could hear. “Marge, is that you?” she implored.

“Yeah Mom, it’s me.” Tears were already running down her cheeks from hearing her mother’s voice. “I’m here in Hawaii.”

“Are you all right, Honey? I’ve been worried sick about you,” said Beth as she wiped away some tears. Reaching over to the Kleenex box, John pulled several out and handed them to her.

“Mom, I miss both you and John. I know now I’ve been so unfair to John,” wept Marge.

Beth looked over to her husband and smiled. “Oh don’t cry, Honey. It’s okay, he understands. Are you going to come home soon?”

“No, not yet. Mr. McGarrett said he’s located Dad and that he’s on his way here. He’s a wonderful man, John. He’s the chief of Hawaii Five-0. That’s the States top police department.”

“Yes, we know. He called us this morning. We told him we’ll be flying to Hawaii in a few days,” said John.

“Oh, did he? He and Danny Williams, his second-in-command, have been just great to me. I feel like I’ve got a ‘Dutch’ uncle and a big brother I can rely on. Get this, Danny took me to dinner tonight and I got the hiccups like crazy. He’s the one who convinced me to call tonight…Oh, my, what time is it there?  I’m sorry. I didn’t even think of what time it was.” The emotional roller coaster she was on was going crazy.

“It’s just past midnight here, but that’s okay, Honey. How are you doing financially?” asked Beth. She knew her daughter had a lot of money in her savings, but she didn’t know if she had thought to take any out.

“I’m doing okay. Before I left I withdrew some money and got a letter to transfer my account to here if I wanted. Oh, by the way, my car is at the long-term parking lot at the airport. Can you go get it?”

“We just got your letter today. We’ll take care of it for you,” said John. He smiled at his wife and held her close.

“John, I want to apologize to you. I’ve not been fair to you. I thought you were trying to take my father’s place in my life.”

“I could never do that, Marge. But I’m glad you want to accept me into your family. That means a lot to me,” said John. His smile broaden when Beth kissed him on his cheek.

“How are you doing, Marge?”

“I’m okay now. I got mugged…”

“Mugged? Oh Honey,” groaned Beth her tears increasing tenfold.

“Were you hurt?” asked John. He knew he had to keep his emotions level, so he could support his wife right now. But inside he was deliriously happy that her daughter had called and that everything was okay for the most.

“Yeah, broke my wrist, banged up my knee and have a whale of a black eye now. But I’m okay. Mom, you should have seen how the hotel took care of me when I returned. They even moved all my stuff into a new room because my key was taken too. I’ve already called the bank. Thankfully, most of my money is in the hotel safe, along with the bank transfer letter.”

Beth didn’t answer back. She struggled to stop her tears, but her effort was in vain. Burying her head into her husband’s shoulder, she allowed her emotional dam to burst.

As his wife cried, John placed the phone next to his ear. “That’s good, Marge. Let us know if you need anything and when you plan on returning. I’ll take care of your car for you, so don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks John. Take good care of mom.”

John looked down at the top of his wife’s head. Her tears hadn’t let up any. “Did you want to say goodbye to her?” he asked Beth.

Turning her head to the side, Beth wiped away at the tears and nodded. John held the phone between them again so she could say bye to her daughter. “Marge, take care of yourself. Follow Mr. McGarrett’s advice and be very careful,” said Beth, almost to choked up to speak.

“I will Mom. I’ll call later, okay?”

“Call any time you want,” said Beth.

“Do you have my office phone number?” asked John.

“No. Hold on, let me get something to write with.” Reaching over to the nightstand, Marge retrieved her pad and pen she had left there. “Go ahead, John.”

After John gave her the number, they hung up. Totally exhausted, Marge put the phone up, and then crawled into bed. The tears had continued all the way through the call and now she was cried out. Within minutes of lying down, she was fast asleep.

*****

“This isn’t some damn whorehouse you know. Get your damn feet off the table,” said Judy Ling. She was still mad at him and all morning long they had fought over what he had done several days ago.

“Drop dead,” said Tommy disgruntledly, but did as instructed. He’d been stuck in this smallish hellhole of an apartment since last Thursday and was becoming fed up with the arrangements.

“If you don’t like it, get out of here. I didn’t ask you to come here in the first place.”

Unable to deal with the friction between the two of them anymore, Tommy got to his feet and headed for the door. Slamming the door as he left, he stomped down the stairs to the street below.

“Don’t let the door hit you in the rear as you leave.”

*****

“She never did understand,” mumbled Tommy going into Lee Wong’s Herbal Shoppe.

“Mr. Lewis, so nice to see you again,” said Mr. Wong with a glint in his eye. “How may I help you?”

“Not too long ago, you said you could get me some stuff. Can you still do that?” asked Tommy.

“Like I say, it depends on what you’re wantin’.”

Looking around, Tommy didn’t notice anyone else in the store, so he leaned forward. “Smack, horse or even some weed?”

The old oriental smiled. “One moment please.” Disappearing behind the curtained door, Mr. Wong called up the stairs to his wife. A few minutes later, he reappeared.

“Follow please.” Waving his hand, Mr. Wong led the way into the back. When he got to an old metal door, he looked cautiously around. Satisfied, he unlocked the door and pulled it open. “In here is where the pleasures you desire are kept.”

The old man’s high-pitched squeaky voice grated on Tommy’s nerves, but he remained silent. The aroma of stale bodies and heavy smoke drifted along the corridor.

“Come.”

The two passed several doors from which the grunts and other guttural sounds could be heard. Several times he could hear a heavy thud of something being hit, then a high-pitched scream, which no one bothered to investigate.

A few of the doors were open. Looking inside several of the empty rooms, Tommy found a single bed. Its mattress was worn and dingy. The few of the beds had sheets were dirty and torn. A single naked bulb hung from the ceiling dimly illuminating each room. There were no windows in any of the rooms and no ventilation.

Further down the hall was a long wooden bar, tended by a monster of a man. Leaning against it were three men slowly sipping their drinks.

Seeing Mr. Wong, the bartender nodded and moved his hand below the bar depressing a button there. A faint click was heard from the door to the right of the bar. Opening the door, Mr. Wong motioned for Tommy to enter.

There was a flight of steps now, leading up into the backside of another building. There they continued up until they reached another door. Knocking lightly, Mr. Wong waited until it was opened.

“Ah, Mr. Wong, so nice to see you. Come in, come in,” said the woman who had opened the door.

“I have a customer for you. He is in need of some herbs, something to help him achieve the delight he seeks,” said Mr. Wong with a slight bow.

Looking over the elderly Oriental’s man shoulder, the woman smiled and lowered her head as she opened the door wider. “I think I have just what he wants.”

“I will leave him in your care then,” said Mr. Wong. Then he turned towards Tommy. “Tia will help you. May your dreams be fulfilled.”

Tommy hesitated only for a minute before he followed the woman inside.

*****

The morning was a bit soggy. Though the majority of the storm had blown itself out during the night, it was still raining. The waves marked its height a bit higher then normal during the winter.

Dedicated to keeping fit, McGarrett had chosen to run along the Ala Wai Channel instead of the beach. This path would take him towards Diamond Head, and then he would turn towards the Honolulu Zoo, before turning again onto Kalakaua Avenue.

As he past the Beachcomber, he looked up at the building. Danny had said she might call her mother. She’s done a lot of growing up in the last few days. I wonder what the outcome will be when her father arrives. Hopefully, no fireworks. Arriving back at his apartment, he showered and changed into his black business suit.

Thirty minutes later, he parked the shinny black Mercury in front of the Iolani Palace. Taking two steps at a time, McGarrett entered the building.

While Jenny and several others had the day off, it was business as usual for the Five-0 chief. Entering his office, he was surprised to see Danny and Chin already there, standing in front of the map of Oahu he had had brought in. It had several flag pins indicating the various places Pahoa and Lewis had made their attacks

“Making an early morning of it, gentlemen?”

“We were just going over the areas Pahoa and Lewis had hit. With Pahoa in custody, Lewis has got to know we’re on his trail,” said Danny.

“I don’t think he’s going to make any more hits, unless our suspicions are correct that there are more than one other person in on this,” said Chin.

“Could be, but I don’t think so. First off, he probably knows we know what he looks like by now so he’s going to lay low. He might even have cut his hair to change his looks. But if he’s on drugs and doesn’t have more stashed somewhere, he’s going to need a fix and soon,” said McGarrett looking at the map board and fingering the last posted flag pin.

“Loki told me he’s seen Lewis along Kuhio Avenue at some of the bars. I’ve got more HPD units watching along there,” said Danny.

“Good, good,” said McGarrett. Stepping behind his desk, he opened the lanai doors. Walking outside, he deeply breathed in the heady plumeria scented air.

Before joining their boss, Danny stepped out of the office and poured a cup of coffee for McGarrett.

“Thanks Danno,” said McGarrett taking a sip of the dark brew.

“I’ve got the known info on Lewis. He’s been arrested several times for drugs. Been through numerous drug treatment…”

“Unsuccessfully no doubt,” interjected Chin.

“No doubt,” smiled McGarrett. “What else?”

“The few jobs he’s had, he was frequently late or never bothered to show up. He was the adopted son of Bob and Thelma Lewis, who died in a nasty car crash shortly after having moved here to the islands when he was sixteen. Has been on his own since then,” said Danny going over the acquired information on the criminal.

“I’ve found out that he frequents the Blue-Moon Hotel, on the seedier side of town. He’s got a girlfriend down there, a Judy Ling. I’ve talk with her, she said the last time he was there he gave her a camera. I asked to see it and found it’s one of the ones taken in the last attack,” said Chin.

McGarrett’s eyebrows rose at this. “You got the camera?”

“Yeah. Che’s got it right now getting all the prints off it he can.”

“Good! Good! Anything else?”

“Yeah, when I arrested her for receiving stolen goods, she started singing like a bird. Told me of how he’s done this before and where Pahoa and he would fence the goods. I’ve got HPD checking out those places.”

“Did she say where he is now?”

“No, hasn’t seen or heard from him since he left this morning.”

“He might try to see her again. When and if she makes bail, put a tail on her.”

“Already arranged.”

*****

The morning sun had filtered through the curtains. A small bright tendril of light slowly made its way across the bed onto Marge’s face. When the light hit her eyes Marge woke up and yawned.

Swinging her legs off the bed, she stretched a little. As she sat there she realized she had nothing to do that day. Getting up, she headed for the bathroom. Happy as a lark, she started to sing. “Tiny bubbles in the wine, makes me feel fine…” 

I wonder if dad will arrive today. McGarrett said it shouldn’t be very long. I wonder what he looks like. The only picture I have of him is their wedding picture.

Since the cast couldn’t get wet, Marge decided to a wash up in the sink. While the water warmed up, she took a long look at herself in the mirror. God what a dirty mop I got to get this washed, smirking at the dirty shoulder length auburn hair. I wonder if the hotel has a beauty shop?

*****

Reaching over to his phone, McGarrett pressed the intercom button. “Yes Jenny.”

“Boss, I’ve got Lieutenant Commander Bridgeton on the line for you,” said Jenny.

“Good, put him through.” There was a click as his secretary transferred the call to him. “Hi Bill. What’s up?”

“Hi Steve. I’m calling to let you know that Chief McGregor will be arriving in Honolulu at 8 AM today. He’s been temporarily reassigned to the Coast Guard here,” said the Lieutenant Commander.

“That’s good, Bill. I’ll have an HPD cruiser there waiting for him. I’m sure his daughter will be delighted,” said McGarrett as he wrote down the time and flight number.

*****

It had taken several hours of severe questioning by McGarrett to make Lenkoa crack. With the information supplied by him, Danny and Duke left for old Chinatown and Hotel Street

Danny had chosen to drive along Vineyard Blvd. Loki had mentioned that he had seen Tommy down along this street frequently and that he sometimes was with a thin oriental lady or a very thin Hawaiian.

The first place Danny stopped was at Lupe’s Bar and Grill. Going just inside the doorway, he looked around at the patrons. Not seeing anyone move or try to hide, he walked up to the bar.

“Afternoon Mr. Williams,” said George Lupe, the bar owner.

Nodding his head in greeting, Danny leaned against the bar. “Hi George. I’m looking for Tommy Lewis. Have you seen him lately?”

George wiped the bar around the detective’s elbow. “Look Danny, you’ve been fair with me before. But I can’t tell you. If word got out that I ratted on someone, they’d tear this place apart,” he whispered.

Danny knew what the man meant. This was a rough neighborhood and the bartender’s income counted on people who most likely were on the lamb. Drumming his fingers against the bar, he decided to push a little. “Look George, if you know anything, you’d best tell me or I’ll bring you back to the office and you can explain to Steve McGarrett, himself, why you can’t be cooperative.” The wretched expression on George’s face told him he had hit home.

*****

Going back into his car, Danny grabbed the mic. “Central, patch me through to Duke Lukela.”

“Lukela here. What’s up Danny?”

“Meet me over at Wong’s Herb Shop. I just found out where Tommy might be.”

*****

It only took twenty-five minutes to get her hair done. While she was there, the beautician suggested that she try an herb cream on her black eye. The place she suggested to get it was in an older section of Chinatown.

Going to the cabstand located in the hotel parking area, Marge asked the driver to take her to Wong’s Herbal Shoppe. The drive took her to an older part of the town.

Marge had never seen an area like this, so run down and dilapidated. The disheveled condition of those people she saw on the streets made her wonder how they could live in such conditions.

“This isn’t a very good neighborhood, Miss,” the driver warned as he stopped in front of the store. “Are you sure you want to stop here?”

“The lady at the beauty shop suggested this place for the herbs.” Worried for her safety, Marge wondered if she wanted to get out or not. “How much would it cost me for you to wait?”

“It’s a seventy cents for each minute, Miss, that I wait.”

“Hmm, I don’t suppose it would take all that long for me to get the stuff. Can you wait then?” asked Marge.

“It’s your money,” said the driver.

Exiting the vehicle, Marge walked over to the store’s door. Peering through the smudged glass door, she noticed the old style interior. She could only see an elderly woman inside. Pushing the door open, she entered the building. Her senses were immediately assailed by the pungent odors of the dried herbs and other oriental items the store offered.

“Can I help you?” asked the woman.

“I was told you had something that could help with my eye,” said Marge as she looked around the store.

“Yes, I have many.” The woman moved over to some jars at the end of the counter. “I can put together several things that will help with the bruising.” Gathering several dried herbs, she began to put them into a small dish she had retrieved from beneath the counter.

Delighted at hearing this, Marge told her to go ahead. After the elderly woman had obtained the needed supplies, she told Marge to please wait.

Marge’s attention was on an interesting jar of herbs, which she had picked up to examine. When the shop’s doorbell tinkled, it startled her almost causing her to drop the jar. She turned towards the sound.

A man with long blonde hair and wild eyes walked in. There seemed to be something odd about him. A chill ran down her back. Something told her to stay away from him, so she moved deeper into the shop towards the back wall. Her movement didn’t go unnoticed by the man.

Where’s Wong? I need another fix. He’s the only one that can get that stuff for me. Tommy felt edgy. Little noises bothered him. The world seems to twirl at times as his eyes tried to focus through the psychedelic colors. At the counter, he noticed a girl standing there. The sling around her arm triggered a not so distant memory.

“Damn, it’s her,” said Tommy under his breath. He had seen her when he entered but wasn’t sure it was her until he noticed her black eye. From her tense movement away from him, he could tell she was afraid of him, so he decided to push his luck. “Hey bitch, how’s the black eye? Come on over here and I’ll give you a matching pair.”

Terrified, Marge tried to keep as much of the store shelving as possible between her and her former attacker. As she slowly made her way towards the front, she glanced out the window where she could see her cab waiting for her. Maybe if I scream, he’ll hear me.

Tommy followed her gaze and realized her intentions. Quickly, he moved towards her. His hand lashed out and grabbed a hank of her hair.

Marge yelped.

“And where do you think you’re going?” he spat. Yanking her back towards him, he wrapped his arm around her throat. He no longer was worrying about hiding from Five-0. The euphoria the drugs made him feel invincible.

Marge screeched. “Leave me alone.”

*****

 “Central, patch me through to McGarrett,” said Danny as he made the turn onto Nu’uanu Avenue

“Danno, where are you?”

“I’ve just turned onto Nu’uanu heading for Lee Wong’s Herb Shop. Apparently, Tommy gets his drugs there. Duke and I are headed for Hotel Street right now.”

“Good. Get HPD to help cordon off the area. I don’t want him slipping through.”

“Already done, Steve.”

“Keep me informed. Marge’s father arrived so I’ll be tied up with him for a bit,” said McGarrett.

“Well do.”

*****

Duke’s HPD cruiser was already parked down the street from the herb shop when the LTD came to a stop behind him. Duke watched in the mirror as he saw Danny walk over to meet him.

“Hi Duke,” said the sandy haired detective as he sat down inside the vehicle.

“Hi Danny. I haven’t seen anyone going in in the last few minutes, but I noticed a cab waiting,” said Duke pointing over at the white and blue vehicle

“Central, this is Five-0. I need to be patched through to the Ohana cab parked on Hotel Street,” said Danny.

“One moment,” came back the response.

“This is Dan Williams, Hawaii Five-0. I need to know if you are waiting for someone at the herb shop and how long have you been there?”

“I brought a young woman here about fifteen minutes ago. I advised her that this wasn’t a very nice part of town and she’s asked me to wait,” said the cab driver.

“Where did you pick her up from?”

“From the Oceanside Hotel. She’s has one arm in a cast and has a noticeable limp.”

Danny shot a worried look over to Duke. “It can’t be,” he said annoyed at the prospect of someone he knew being in possible danger. “Is that cast on her left arm and does she have shoulder length auburn hair?”

“Yes sir, that’s her.”

“Damn. Okay…did you happen to see anyone else go into the store after she did?” asked Danny.

“I’m afraid I wasn’t really paying any attention, sir.” The driver became uncomfortable about what might be going down nearby. He felt like gunning his engine and leaving the girl to her fate.

“That’s okay. I would suggest though, that you leave the area for now. I’ll ta