skin, but they fit him like a glove and left little to the imagination.
Kalani Bishop was the most amazing specimen of male she’d ever laid her eyes on, and she’d gone to dance school, so that was saying something. And yet that was all she’d say on the subject. Longing for Kal was like longing for a pet tiger. It was beautiful and, if handled properly, could be a loving companion. But it was always wild. No matter what, you could never domesticate it. As much as she liked to live dangerously from time to time, she knew Kal was a beast well out of her league.
Clad in a pair of jeans and a tank top, she returned to the living room and picked up her phone where she’d left it during the performance. She noticed a message on her screen showing a missed call and a voice mail message from the Maui Police Department. Her stomach sank. Not again.
With her evermore violent father and her older sister, Mele, always getting into trouble, a call from the police station was not as rare as she’d like it to be.
Her mother had died when Lana was still a toddler. Their father, at least so she was told, had been a good man before that, but lost it when she died. He struggled after that, both in caring for his two young daughters and in coping with the loss. He turned to the bottle, a habit that released his temper. He’d never hit Lana or Mele, but he would shout the house down. He was also prone to getting in fights at the bar and getting arrested.
Lana had done everything right in an attempt to keep her father happy. That was how she got into dancing. Despite everything, her father was a proud Hawaiian man who believed they should honor their culture. Lana started taking hula as a child and continued into high school. Her father had never looked at her with as much pride as he did when he watched her dance.
Mele hadn’t been as concerned. In her mind, she was going to be in trouble no matter what, so she might as well have some fun. That included dating every boy she could find except for the native Hawaiian ones whom their father would’ve approved of. When she finally did start dating a Hawaiian, he was nothing to get excited about. Tua Keawe was a criminal in the making. Mele met him while he was hustling tourists, and he only escalated his illegal activities from there. Lana stopped visiting her sister when she was home from college because Mele was always high or drunk.
Last year, Mele had found out she was pregnant and she really seemed to clean up her act. Lana’s niece, Akela, was born free of addiction or side effects from fetal alcohol syndrome. She was a perfect, beautiful bundle that Lana adored more than anything. She’d always wanted a daughter of her own. Sometimes she wished the little girl was hers and not Mele’s, if just for Akela’s sake. Mele’s model behavior hadn’t lasted long past her delivery. She slipped back into her old habits, but there wasn’t much Lana could do about it without risking Child Services taking the baby away.
One thing Lana had never confided in Kal about was her sister and her criminal lifestyle. He knew about her father, and that her sister was prone to get in trouble, but she tried to keep Mele’s arrests under wraps. It was embarrassing, for one thing, to tell him. She knew he would understand and not judge her for their actions, but he was part of such an important and well-respected family. She was...not. Lana tried to pretend that she wasn’t from poor trash most of the time, but her family always saw fit to remind her.
Lana also avoided the topic because she was always hoping that Mele would grow up and start acting like the older, responsible sister she was supposed to be. So far her hopes for a big sister she could rely on instead of keep an eye on hadn’t materialized. Instead she leaned on Kal to be her responsible older sibling. She could go to him for advice and he would help her in any way he could.
Glancing at the screen, Lana worried that this time would be the one that her family had gotten into a mess that even Kal couldn’t help her clean up. It was coming sooner or later. She finally worked up the nerve to hit the button on her phone and listen to the message.
“Lana, this is Mele. Tua and I got arrested. I need you to come get us out of here. This whole thing is just a load of crap. It was entrapment!” she shouted. “Entrapment!” she repeated, most likely to the officer nearby.
The line went dead and Lana sighed. It sounded like she was going to spend another night waiting to pay her sister’s bail. Before she drove over there in the middle of the night, however, she was going to call the station. It had been a couple hours since her sister’s message and she wanted to make sure she was still there.
She pressed the key to call back the police station. The switchboard operator answered.
“Yes, this is Lana Hale. I received a call from my sister, Mele Hale, about bail.”
There was a moment of silence as the woman looked something up in the computer. “Yes, ma’am, please hold while I transfer you to the officer at the holding desk.”
“This is Officer Wood,” a man answered after a few moments.
“This is Lana Hale,” she repeated. “I got a call from my sister about coming to bail her out. I wanted to check before I came down there so late.”
The officer made a thoughtful noise before he answered. “Yes, your sister and her boyfriend were arrested today for possession of narcotics with intent to distribute. Apparently they attempted to sell heroin to an undercover police officer.”
Lana bit back a groan. This was worse than she thought. She hadn’t realized her sister had moved up from pot and LSD to a higher class of drug felony. “How much is her bail?” she asked.
“Actually your sister was misinformed when she called. There’s no bail set for either of them. They’re being held until tomorrow. Miss Hale will be meeting with a court-appointed attorney Monday morning prior to going before the judge.”
That wasn’t good. It sounded like their constant run-ins with the police were catching up with them. “Which judge?”
“I believe they’re scheduled to see Judge Kona.”
This time, the groan escaped Lana’s lips before she could stop it. Judge Kona was known for being a hard nut. He was superconservative, supertraditional and he didn’t tolerate any kind of crap in his courtroom. It wouldn’t be Mele’s first time before Judge Kona, and that wasn’t good news. He didn’t take kindly to repeat offenders.
A sudden thought popped into Lana’s mind, making her heart stop in her throat. “What about their daughter?” Her niece, Akela, was only six months old. Hopefully they hadn’t left her sleeping in her crib while they ran out to make a few bucks. It certainly wouldn’t surprise Lana if they had.
“The baby was in the car, asleep in her car seat, when the drug deal went down. She’s been taken by Child Protective Services.”
Panic made Lana’s chest tight even though she knew her niece was technically safe. “No!” she insisted. “What can I do? I’ll take her. She doesn’t need to go to be with strangers.”
“I understand how you feel,” Officer Wood said, “but I’m afraid you’ll have to wait and petition the judge for temporary guardianship while the legal guardians are incarcerated. In the meantime, the child will be placed in foster care. I assure you the baby will be well looked after. Perhaps more so than she was with her own parents.”
Lana’s knees gave out from under her and she sank down onto the couch. The rest of the call went quickly and before she knew it, the officer had hung up and she was staring blankly at her black phone screen.
She turned it back on to look at the time. It was late
