Can you meet me at my quarters at six o'clock?" "Yes. He finished off his rum punch and said, "All right, you stubborn s.o.b. "She was one-she was born in Frisco, right?"įielder sighed heavily. One hand on the wheel, Sam gave Hully half a smile. Wooch, damnit, man-I have a sick feeling about this."
but the general tone of the conversation, in light of suspicious activity by a German 'sleeper' agent, and the Jap Consulate burning their papers. I'm positive this call means something-something's definitely in the wind.Ĭolonel, Sterling said, "I can't agree-I know nothing here can be clearly defined as manifestly dangerous to security.
These Moris are on my list of potentially disloyal Japs. Then I'll meet with him on his goddamn front porch. My feeling is, she distanced herself from anything. Sam had never dated Pearl, but he knew her a littie, had spoken to her a few times. Sam-a senior in prelaw at the University of Hawaii-had shown Hully the local ropes, when the mainlander had first arrived. Hully had gained his awareness, limited though it might be, through his friendship with Sam Fujimoto, the son of their maid at the Niumalu. But she used to live with her uncle, in Chinatown, when she first moved to Oahu-that could open up a whole new world of friends and acquaintances. The FBI man gulped down the rest of his rum punch. Pearl sure seemed like an all-American girl. "I told you, Adam- the general has plans for the evening."įor a Coast haole (as mainlanders were referred to), Hully Burroughs had a better-than-average understanding of Hawaii's Japanese community. "See you there."Ĭoast haoles saw only the Orient, a nonspecific Asia crammed into a few blocks-sleazy storefronts and Shinto shrines, silk shops and tattoo parlors, bathhouses and Buddhist temples, live chickens and dead ducks, coffee shops and chop suey joints, incense and strangely aromatic spices mingling with the sickly-sweet perfume of the nearby pineapple canneries and the salty stench of the marshlands below the city.
Nodding, Fielder rose the two men shook hands. The Oriental neighborhood had been staked out many decades before by Chinese workers fleeing the sugar and pineapple plantations, marking off this triangle of downtown Honolulu-Nuuanu Street on the southeast, North Beretania Street on the northeast, South King Street as the hypotenuse-for small retail businesses and restaurants.
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