Part 31 (2/2)

I a.s.sured him it wouldn't affect our relations.h.i.+p. As I was about to sign off, I spotted Grace's note about the salesman and his evening reception. Just out of curiosity I asked Mr. Mikala what he knew about Aloha Florals, Ltd.

”Aloha Florals?” the supplier asked. ”They went out of business five years ago.”

”Five years ago? Is it possible they started up their business again?”

”I would have heard something. I knew the owner well. His business closed when he pa.s.sed away.”

Something didn't smell right. ”A salesman claiming to work for Aloha Florals has been trying to get me to buy flowers from him. He even left a price list.” I searched through a stack of papers on my desk, but didn't see it, so I rooted through my purse and found the smooth flashlight. ”I can't find the list at this moment, but his business card says, 'Aloha Florals, Limited, Maui,' and the man's name is Keahi Kana.”

”Keahi Kana? That's quite an interesting name, and definitely of Hawaiian origin.”

”What makes it interesting?”

”Kana is a Maui demiG.o.d who is said to have been able to take the form of a rope so he could stretch from one island to the next. Keahi is the Hawaiian word for flame. Loosely translated, his name would mean a G.o.d of fire or flame, although a very minor G.o.d.”

Instantly, my thoughts went back to what the antiques dealer had told Marco. Some of these middlemen are the actual thieves. They can be notoriously wealthy and are often extremely dangerous. The FBI is working on a case like that in Chicago right now, looking for a man known as the Flame.

I rotated the flashlight in my hand. ”Mr. Mikala, have you ever heard of a man known as the Flame?”

”It's not familiar to me. Why?”

”I'm wondering if the Flame and Keahi Kana are one and the same.”

”I couldn't begin to guess. Would you like me to look up Aloha Florals in the phone book to be sure it hasn't reopened?”

”Thanks, but I can do that on the computer. I've taken enough of your time. You've been very helpful, Mr. Mikala.”

I hung up the phone, toying with the flashlight. The man who'd left it had spoken with Grace and Lottie on the phone, and Lottie in person, yet neither had reported anything unusual. Still, because of what Mr. Mikala had said, my gut was telling me to be wary.

In the shop, Lottie was waiting on customers, so I pulled her aside to whisper, ”The salesman who left the flashlight, was he Hawaiian?”

”I'm not sure what a Hawaiian is supposed to look like, but if I had to guess, I'd say yes. Nice-looking guy, well dressed and polite, kind of short, though, but with these intense eyes-”

I thanked her and dashed back to the computer to do a search for Aloha Florals. I tried two different search engines, including the one Reilly gave me, yet couldn't find a single listing. In a broader search, I found a link to an obituary in a Maui paper for the longtime owner of Aloha Florals. There were also earlier mentions of the company, but nothing after the man's death.

What was going on?

I took out a sheet of paper and began to make a list, hoping a pattern would emerge. I wrote down everything I could think of, whether it appeared to tie in or not, beginning from the day Lottie unpacked the orchids.

A brooch was found in the bottom of a box of orchids.

A threat letter arrived warning me to stop the protests.

Dwayne Hudge posed as a delivery man to ask about a package delivered by mistake.

A brick was thrown through my door.

I wore the brooch when I appeared on cable TV.

My business was broken into and trashed.

My mom's first copy of the brooch went missing.

Nikki was nearly kidnapped while driving my Vette.

Jillian was kidnapped, her beret was stolen, and then she was released because she wasn't me.

Tara was kidnapped because we were dressed alike. Charlotte Bebe was run over by her partner, who thought she was about to cut him out in order to include her sister, Honey.

Dwayne Hudge knew who planned the kidnapping plot. Hudge was stabbed in the neck in front of witnesses while in jail. No suspects.

Twelve copies of the brooch were stolen.

Tom Harding was beaten, left for dead.

Honey Bebe fled the country when someone showed up at her door.

Nils Raand vowed to stop my protests.

Nils Raand thanked Charlotte for filling in for his secretary and paid her.

Anemone petals were found in Charlotte Bebe's shoe treads.

Tom's Green Thumb received an unordered s.h.i.+pment of anemones.

A valuable ivory anthurium brooch was stolen from a Hawaiian museum.

A young man who worked for the supplier was in a gang of smugglers.

The young man was stabbed in the neck while in a public place. No witnesses, no suspects, no weapon.

The FBI has been searching for a man known as the Flame.

A Hawaiian salesman, whose name means G.o.d of fire or flame, claimed to work for a supplier that closed five years ago.

I put down the pen and picked up Grace's message again: Mr. Keahi Kana is giving a reception for clients Friday evening from seven to ten p.m., at the New Chapel Inn and Suites. RSVP required.

Why didn't a major orchid supplier know that Aloha Florals was back in business? If Mr. Kana was a legitimate salesman, why wasn't his company listed on the Internet? If Mr. Kana was the Flame, was this reception a trap designed to lure me to the hotel? How did he hope to get the brooch from me once I was there?

So many questions-and only one person with answers.

I turned the flashlight over to see the number; then, taking a deep breath, I picked up the phone and dialed. My call was answered with a smooth ”Aloha.”

”Same to you, Mr. Kana. This is Abby Knight, from Bloomers Flower Shop. I'm RSVPing to your invitation.”

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