Lisa was finally found by another couple who lived nearby.
Their pet pig, Dum Dum, had escaped, and they had to find him fast before the pig hunters got a hold of him. They came down the trail just in time and saw Dum Dum barrel past something resembling a mannequin. It wasn't until they got closer that they realized it was a person lying nearly deathly pale after a significant amount of blood loss but barely breathing. Lisa ended up being transported to Queen's Hospital on Oahu via helicopter. Days later, agent Cheryl Mercado greeted her after she came out of the anesthesia."Agent Lisa Fowler?" Cheryl said. "You're a bit groggy, but take your time moving around. You might feel some nausea."
Lisa's head was spinning. She was throwing up on her blanket before she could make sense of everything. Agent Mercado pressed the button for the nurse, but an attendant walked in instead. "It's alright, Lisa. That happens when you've been under for a considerable time."
"Your surgery was successful," Agent Mercado began. "You've got a brand new titanium knee; with some physical therapy, you'll be as good as new."
"I liked my old knee the way it was," Lisa sighed.
"What happened out there?" Agent Mercado pulled up a chair.
"Walked up on some goon in a suit, choking somebody to death," Lisa adjusted herself and sat up with some difficulty. "Matt and I had no idea he was armed. He got me first, then Matt, but fuck if he didn't beat Matt to death with a mallet." Lisa spoke with a vacant look in her eyes and shook her head. She couldn't openly say she was grateful to that person for doing her a favor by bashing Matt's brains in. A confession like that would implicate her. So, she shook her head and let out a deep breath.
"By your description, this guy is Walter Kamana. A button man and gun for hire. Goes where the money is. I guess a financial transaction went bad when you and Matt showed up," Agent Mercado said.
"Where is he now?" Lisa asked.
"Dead," Agent Mercado stood up and walked toward the door. "He was found disemboweled later that same evening, right near the entrance to Punchbowl crater. No witnesses, no leads."
"Wow," Lisa shook her head. "The price you pay for the life you live,"
"You take care, Agent," Mercado waved. "You'll be back online soon,"
"Yeah," Lisa waved and nodded. "Back online, where?"
~
Henry subconsciously rubbed the handle of the tackle box as he walked through the large double doors of the beach house. No one was out front to meet him and escort him in. Past the large foyer to his right was a big sunken living room with no one in it. To his left was the kitchen, which looked more like a restaurant. Following the hallway to the end, it opened into a ballroom-sized space with large couches against the four walls. Instead of carpet, the floor was covered with one massive finely plated mat of lauhala. In the middle stood a Hawaiian man in a black suit and tie.
"Oh fuck," Henry gasped as he turned to run. Behind him was another Hawaiian man in a black suit and tie, who was taller and massively wider than Walter. Three older Hawaiians appeared from separate spaces and walked toward the younger man. Two in black suits and ties, and third, a woman in a black pantsuit. Placing the tackle box on the floor, Henry said, "I'll leave this here, and we'll pretend like I never saw you guys, right? Okay?"
"It's not that simple, Henry," Boy said.
...to be continued
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