Honolulu police officer Katrina Ogden, also known as K.O., intends to become a homicide detective but she keeps becoming embroiled in cases that find her rather than the ones she’s assigned.
Paradise is filled with danger…
Heroes, Homicide, and Honolulu…
Brassy Honolulu police officer, Katrina (K.O.) Ogden, runs a tight ship, calling things as she sees them while serving and protecting the people of Hawaii. But, after K.O. becomes connected to a series of recent homicides, the whole department could be in danger.
When K.O. realizes the killer is right on her heels, she abandons her investigation and goes into hiding. With a murderer who knows too much about her–all the while baiting K.O. with gifts and clues to help along her case–and can access their new state-of-the-art computer system with ease, it’s time for K.O. to do what she does best: Knock out the criminal before he strikes again.
GENRE: Murder Mystery ISBN: 978-1-876962-06-7 ASIN: B003XRE68O Word count: 52, 852
Book 1: Ko’d In Honolulu
Aole ona hemahema e pono ai
ke hoike aku kekahi ia ia i ko ke
kanaka: no ka mea, ua ike no ia
i ko loko o kanaka. IOANE II Mokuna 25
And need not that any should
testify of man; for he knew what
was in man. JOHN II Verse 25
The sand still held some of the day’s heat as the young couple lay under the giant hau tree. The moon was almost full and lit the beach and crests of the lapping waves. Around the curve of the shore, the hotels of Waikiki could be seen glittering like towers of Christmas tree lights above the busy strip of clubs and restaurants. Although close by, very little sound from the traffic and nightspots could be heard on this side of Queen’s Beach. No one observed the lovers as they kissed on the blanket.
“Are you cold?” she asked him.
“No, are you?”
“No. Want to go swimming, then?”
“Are you nuts? Things come out at night to feed around here.” He pretended to shiver and clasped her close again.
“I know just the place where there’s nothing to eat you.” She giggled, pulled him off the blanket and ran laughing toward a stuccoed structure with large, arched openings.
“Wow, it’s huge! Like an Olympic-sized pool! What is this?” he asked.
“It’s the Natatorium. It’s a memorial they built after World War I. It’s the largest salt-water swimming pool in the world or something. They used to have swimming meets and stuff here, way back then. It was open to the public, too. It hasn’t been used for years, though. They can’t decide if they should tear it down or build it back up. Help me up,” she commanded.
He boosted her onto the four-foot wall surrounding the cement deck. On the parking lot side, concrete bleachers blocked out the stars. The other three sides were open to the night.
“If it hasn’t been used in years, why is there water in it?” he asked, jumping down to the deck.
“It’s open to the ocean somehow, and water comes and goes with the tide. Only it must be blocked–it smells pretty gross.”
“It doesn’t look too healthy in there, either. Let’s not swim. Let’s go back to the hau tree.” He smiled and reached for her hand, but she pointed to the middle of the pool.
“It looks like a dead fish or something.” A shiny white object floated a third of the way down the pool. Suddenly it shifted, and an entire human arm became visible in the bright moonlight.
“Oh my god!” the girl shrieked and ran to the wall, leaping the barrier that had required a boost from her muscular young man only moments before. He followed, clearing the wall by a foot. They ran to the Hau Tree Lanai restaurant and sailed over that seawall, too. The restaurant was closed, but the adjacent hotel wasn’t. They bounded up the steps, startled a small group of Japanese tourists, and reached the front desk.
Gasping and crying, the girl said, “Oh my god!” and draped herself over the registration book.
The alarmed desk clerk turned his attention to the boy who said, “There’s a body! A dead body! An arm of a body!… in the pool!” between huge, gasping breaths.
The clerk dialed housekeeping while asking, “What, our pool? Is it a guest?”
“No. Not hotel pool. Ocean pool. Nata… Nata…” he panted.
“Natatorium!” the girl finished. The clerk hung up on housekeeping and dialed 911.