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meaning toward the sea. That’s roughly north and south. West is Ewa, pronounced like Eva Gabor, after a town beyond the airport. The other direction, toward Diamond Head, we simply call Diamond Head.
    The sun was high in the sky and the shadows of the palm trees were nearly symmetrical around their bases. There was a light trade wind, though, so out of the direct sun the temperature wasn’t too bad. Around us swirled the constant parade of tourists, beachgoers and store workers who make up the daily population of Waikīkī, including a tall Hawaiian guy in a red feathered cape and traditional curved headdress, passing out flyers for Hawaiian heritage jewelry. A rainbow covey of tiny kids, each wearing construction-paper name tags and holding hands in pairs and threes, passed us on their way to the IMAX theater, chirping and laughing.
    “You want to go back to your place for your truck or take my car?” Akoni asked. Detectives drive their own cars in Honolulu, though we get an allowance from the department to help subsidize the cost. The department has to approve our choice of vehicles, and requires certain minimum standards—size of engine, ability to install a radio and so on. My truck was a hand-me-down from my father, and its black paint was pitted with dings and dents and the effects of salt water. The back windshield was cluttered with surf decals and the back end sagged a little, but I could carry as many surfers and their boards as I wanted, and it was comfortable and didn’t cost much to run.
    Something about Akoni’s comment stung me, and it took me a minute to register why. I wondered how long I would associate going back to my apartment with running away from my troubles. I said, “We can take yours.”
     
     

MEDICAL-LEGAL AUTOPSY
    There are a couple of reasons why detectives witness autopsies. Often evidence, such as bullets embedded in a victim, is removed during the autopsy and transferred to police custody. The detective’s presence makes the chain of possession simpler. Going to the autopsy yourself means you find out the results much quicker than if you had to wait for the formal report. And most important, if you go to the autopsy, and force yourself to pay attention, you may find out information you didn’t even know you needed.
    At the autopsy of an elderly woman who had been strangled while visiting Honolulu on vacation, the medical examiner, Doc Takayama, had mentioned she showed signs of high blood pressure and undoubtedly had taken medication to control it. I wrote that down, and later that day, going through her hotel room one last time, I’d looked for her medication. Hadn’t found it.
    A check with her son on the mainland, and her doctor, revealed that she took Prinivil, a blood pressure regulator, and wouldn’t spend a night without it. I filed that information under “unsolved mysteries” until a couple of days later when an elderly man showed up at the station asking questions about her. He wanted to know how to contact her next of kin about money she owed him. I was suspicious enough of him to get a search warrant, and surprisingly, found her Prinivil in his medicine cabinet. He admitted romancing her, and finally killing her.
    Akoni and I took Ala Wai Boulevard to the Ewa end of Waikīkī, then connected to Ala Moana Boulevard, which took us past the mall and finally connected to Nimitz Highway, sliding us into the flow of traffic along the edge of downtown. Past the Aloha Tower Marketplace and Chinatown, over Nu ‘ uanu Stream, and into the more industrial district that surrounds the airport. The medical examiner’s office is on Iwilei Road, just off Nimitz, in a two-story concrete building with a slight roof overhang. The paint on the building is peeling and the landscaping is overgrown—after all, the dead don’t vote. The building is between the Salvation Army and a homeless center—something I always thought was an ironic comment, but maybe was intended as an object