I finally got Akoni to nod. “All right. Let’s look at who knew about that bust.”
The station returned to its normal buzz, voices on phones and radio traffic and the occasional siren passing outside. Sunlight came in the big window facing Diamond Head and played on my desk, illuminating the dust motes in the air. The list took a while to put together. It had been an inter-agency cooperation, after all, with information going up and down the chain of command in two different departments.
One name jumped out at me. Evan Gonsalves, Terri’s husband. I’d known him for years and never doubted his integrity, but I remembered what Terri had said when I’d gone out to her house. How there was something wrong with Evan. I didn’t want to tell Akoni until I had time to think about it, though. We divided up the list and spent the rest of the afternoon working on it, trying to connect anyone on that list to any other investigation concerning Tommy Pang. When I couldn’t find anything that linked him to Evan, I still didn’t feel as relieved as I wished I did. Was Evan really clean, or just smart enough to cover his tracks?
We had a list of about two dozen haole cops with Portuguese names who had all crossed paths with Tommy Pang at some point. Evan’s was there, halfway down, but I still didn’t tell Akoni about Terri’s suspicions. Somehow I just couldn’t break that confidence yet.
I looked out through the big glass window that faces Kalakaua Avenue. Two teenaged surfers with Clairol-blond streaks and pants down below their hips jaywalked diagonally across the street and I shook my head, hoping there was a beat cop out front but knowing there probably wasn’t.
“Now that we have this list, I’m damned if I know what we should do with it,” Akoni asked. “I hate like hell the idea of turning it over to internal affairs without any real evidence.”
“We’re not giving that list to anybody yet,” I said. “We’re going to wait for a break. In the meantime, we go back to Tommy’s tong connections. Maybe there’s something there we missed. And I’d really like to know what Derek and Wayne were putting in those boxes at the Pack and Ship.”
“I think it’s time to see those assholes again,” Akoni said.
“Not yet. I want to wait until I’ve got something to hit them with.” I had to admit, too, I wasn’t too eager to see Wayne Gallagher again, his casually open robe or his beefy thigh. Or maybe I was eager to see him again, and that’s what worried me.
We worked on paperwork for a couple of hours, clearing up old cases, until it was time to go home. Part of me wanted to go back to the beach and see if Tim was there again, and part of me was scared to. Once I realized I was scared, though, I knew I had to go through with it. I stood in front of the mirror fussing, thinking I needed a haircut, checking my teeth, flexing my arms once or twice. Finally I said, “The hell with it. I am who I am,” and walked out the door in my Speedos, carrying my towel.
It was almost seven and there was still a lot of light, but I didn’t see Tim. I dropped my towel and went in for a swim, out beyond the waves and then parallel to shore, like I usually do. Coming back past the breakwater, I recognized his head, and stopped, treading water. “Hey, Tim.”
“Hey, Kimo. Good to see you.” We shook wet hands. “You swimming?”
“Towards the stadium.”
“Come on.” We matched strokes down toward the stadium, then turned and swam back. By the time we got out the sun was on its way down and the sunset sails were just leaving Waikiki. There was a little breeze and I shivered a bit as we got out of the water. “Are you nervous?” Tim asked.
“Just a little cold,” I said, but we made eye contact.
“I don’t know,” he said. “You seem like a pretty hot guy to me.”
I grabbed my towel to keep from showing just how hot I was, but I had a feeling he already knew. “You want to get something to eat?” I asked. “I could start telling you a little about surfing.”
“I’d like that.” We walked back together down Lilicuokalani, talking easily about nothing much in particular. I pointed out my apartment to him, and he agreed to stop back in about forty-five minutes and pick me up.
When I got inside I noticed my hands were shaking. I felt like some teenager who’d just made his first date. It was silly. I was thirty-two years old. I took a shower and then couldn’t decide what to wear. I had a good body-flat stomach, strong biceps, good lines in my face. You could see every one of my ancestors there-Hawaiian roundness, almond eyes from my Japanese grandfather tempered by the influences of my haole grandmother. Girls always found me just exotic enough to be appealing, but not so foreign as to be dangerous.
I finally decided on a very fancy silk aloha shirt my sister-in-law Tatiana had picked out for me. She’d said that the green in it reflected my eyes, and that the gold in it made my black hair glow. I was sure at the time it was all bullshit. A pair of white pants and deck shoes. My good gold watch.
Jesus, I couldn’t stop fussing. Tim was right, I was nervous. I thought for a minute about Peggy, and realized that I was making a decision. It was one I’d have to tell her about, and soon. She wasn’t going to like it.
I’d always thought it would be harder, something I’d have to agonize over, debate the pros and cons in my mind. But instead it seemed so simple, the only real choice I had.
There was a knock on the door. I looked at my watch. Tim was right on time.
“Show time,” I thought to myself. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
TAKING IT SLOW
I always find twilight magical. The sky shades from the orange of sunset through to a deep, dark blue, and you can see the first stars. Drivers are just beginning to put their headlights on, and the neon on storefronts still looks clean and inviting. The streets of Waikiki are filled with well-dressed tourists on their way to dinner, as the last surfers wash up on the beach and drag their boards home through the growing darkness. The evening is still full of possibility.
As Tim and I drove out toward Diamond Head, the electric current running between us made me excited and nervous. I kept up a steady patter about the fancy residential neighborhoods, things Harry and I had done as kids, crimes I’d investigated, landmarks along the way.
We stopped for dinner at a little restaurant on a bluff overlooking the ocean. We caught the last glimpse of the sunset, and then a tangible darkness settled over the water, broken only by the running lights of a small cruise ship heading toward Moloka‘i.
“So what brought you to Hawai’i?” I asked, after we’d ordered, when we were sitting back with beers against the walls of the booth.
“It’s about as far away from my family as I can get,” he said, smiling a little. “I come from a pretty severe Irish Catholic family in western Massachusetts. College at Amherst, law school at U. Mass. Then I got a job with a firm in Boston, and after a couple of trips to the Combat Zone I realized there was no getting around the fact that I was gay. I mean, I’d done the dating thing, high school, college, the whole nine yards. I didn’t really understand what I felt, and I couldn’t talk about it with anybody, so I just hoped it would go away.”
He took a long draw on his beer. “I have three sisters and two brothers, and they all live somewhere around Boston. My sister-in-law’s cousin worked at the same firm I did, and my brother’s best friend lived in the same apartment building. I knew that if I wanted any kind of life I’d have to get out.”
“You didn’t want to come out to them?”
“My brothers make fag jokes and my mother knows the Bible by heart. I will never come out to them.”
I took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“Last year I started looking at ads in bar journals. I finagled my way onto an international trade case with a Japanese client and did a Berlitz class in Japanese. I thought about San Francisco, but it’s too much of a cliche. I had a couple of nibbles from firms in LA, but the market there is so cutthroat. Then I saw an ad from Hollings and Arakawa, that they needed an attorney with international background, trial experience and some Japanese, and faxed my resume within half an hour. They had me come out for an interview, they liked me, and voila, I’m here.”