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minute. Then Kara lifted her shirt,
pirouetted, and dropped the shirt. “Unlike the animal over
there, the pants stay.” Kara glared at the guard whose
non-digital mind was still processing the images. He glanced down at
Kara’s tight shorts, which couldn’t conceal a weapon let
alone the mounds and crevices of her buff female anatomy.
    Gybe
watched as the guard left the room, probably still trying to
determine what he had seen or what he thought he had seen. Kara’s
motion had been too unexpected and too quick.
    By
the clock on the wall five minutes passed before the door opened and
a female officer led Susan into the room.
    The
two women greeted each other with hugs and tears while Gybe watched.
This was their first meeting since Susan’s call to Kara after
the arrest. Kara introduced Gybe and told Susan about his
background.
    After
a minimum of pleasantries, Gybe began the interrogation.
    “ Susan,
Kara has hired me to help get you out of this fix. As I’ve
explained to her, I’m not a private investigator nor do I have
a license to be one. Hell, for that matter, I don’t know if
you even need a license in Hawai‘i. Anyway, my official
capacity is writer. I’m writing a story of what happened to
the victims.”
    Susan,
skeptical, looked at Kara who shrugged.
    “ There
are two obvious ways to proceed. First, we can establish an alibi
for you on the night of the murder. Or, the much more difficult
method is to find out who committed the murders. Let’s hope
you have an alibi.”
    Gybe
waited, hoping Susan would take the cue. In the long silence he
wondered if it was too late to walk away. Remember, there might be a
paying story here. “So Susan, tell me what you do and where
you were that night?”
    “ I
left the harbor around 1900 – just after sunset.”
    “ What
harbor?”
    “ I
keep a work boat here on Moloka‘i at Kaunakakai Small Boat
Harbor. It’s the only marina on the island. I went out that
night and came back a few hours later.”
    “ Avast
ye swabbie.” Gybe interjected in an attempt to shock Susan
into a detailed answer. “Details, give me the details.”
    Susan
glared at Gybe then turned to Kara.
    “ Avast
ye swabbie? Kara, you’ve hired fucking Popeye to help me?”
    Kara
spent the next ten minutes explaining Gybe’s involvement in the
San Francisco case to Susan.
    Susan
still skeptical, sat cross-armed. To Gybe, she seemed frightened
behind the angry façade.
    “ I
know you don’t want to hear this Susan, but we – Oceans
Now that is – can’t afford anyone else. If we had the
money I would hire a fleet of investigators, but we don’t.
Back at the office, the staff is working with all of our chapters to
raise money to hire you a good attorney. Until we do that, you’re
going to have to work with the public defender.”
    A
tear slid down Kara’s cheek. “Susan, you’re my
best friend. We’ll work something out. I promise.”
    Gybe
let the emotion needle swing back towards center before he spoke.
“Susan. I met you ten minutes ago and Kara less than a day
ago. Kara has asked me to help. If you don’t want me here,
say so.”
    Gybe
returned Susan’s stare as she scanned his face for her answer.
She looked at Kara who sat with a pleading, somewhat helpless look on
her face. “Gybe, what kind of a name is Gybe?”
    Susan
told Gybe that she owned a small marine construction company. Her
company specialized in coastal work anywhere in the Hawaiian Islands.
She repaired piers, built new docks, and occasionally picked up some
salvage work. The company was three years old. Between contracts,
she kept her workboat at Honokohau Harbor on the Kona coast of the
Big Island.
    “ Isn’t
that an odd line of work for an environmentalist?”
    “ Not
really,” Susan explained. “Our society always places the
environment second to development. The only way for me to minimize
construction damage and ensure compliance with the existing, loophole
ridden laws is for my company to do