ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY
A family comes to the Islands and goes on a killing spree
Feeling weary, exhausted, and worn down beyond his years, Danny Williams signed off the last of the paperwork and left HPD. There had been no personal danger, no injuries, but he felt so drained and depressed after this case. Horror hardly described the emotion still rippling in his mind. The callousness, the complete void of conscience of those murderers disturbed him deeply.
The tough criminals like Kumu leader Pahoa he detested, but understood his violence and criminal acts were part of mob power games. The nasty, twisted spies like Wo Fat he could fathom within their stealthy universe. The slick, clever guys with style like Avery Filer, he was amused and even a little impressed by them. Even the Vashon family had its rules and order and expected, if nasty code of violence and retribution. Those things he understood.
This family of murderers though was beyond his ability to grasp. For that, he was profoundly grateful. If he ever even thought he had a glimmer of insight into such monsters he would turn in his badge.
When he cruised into the parking lot of the Palace, he was not surprised to see McGarrett’s Mercury still there. Nearly dark, all the others had gone home. Of course, Steve would still be here.
Stepping into McGarrett’s office, he was surprised it was dark and there was no sign of his friend. The lanai doors were open, however, and he walked out. McGarrett stood there, leaning against the railing with both hands. Just silently staring out at nothing. Yeah, it was that kind of a day.
“I thought I had seen everything,” Steve quietly almost whispered. “That nothing in this dirty business could surprise me. These -- monsters -- I just can’t fathom them.”
“Yeah. Like they have no conscience.”
“We’ve seen that before,” McGarrett mused, shaking his head. “But not like this. A whole family without remorse or conscience. Murdering over a hundred people! For small change!”
Dan leaned his arms on the railing. “Yeah, just when you think you’ve seen it all, dirt bags like this come along.”
McGarrett again shook his head. “What is really sickening is the poor girl.”
Very little conversation had followed when McGarrett returned from a grueling interview between John Manicote, a child psychiatrist, and the traumatized young-teen girl. They assessed her as being deeply scarred emotionally, and would run tests to confirm or reject the theory that there might be some mental deficiencies.
Chin was running a search for close relatives -- normal ones they all hoped -- who could help the girl. A hometown or a place where they could send her with familiar and loving support. Dan wondered if that would happen for the poor girl. Her other relatives would have to be far different from her jailed family.
Not coming from a big family, or having one of his own, Williams, like the other detectives in the unit, considered Five-0 their ohana. Everyone here -- the officers, the dependents, the support HPD policemen and women -- all pulled together in the true sense of what family meant. Ohana was a deeply powerful notion -- even spiritual -- to the Hawaiians. Culture, history and future all revolved around the concept of collaboration; within Polynesian ohana, a Chinese hui or Japanese multi-generation household. Islanders understood collective backing. To think that this girl’s family allowed her to be raised witnessing murders and without moral character was shocking to him.
Ben Kokua joined them. “I finally finished in booking at HPD. That haole mother and daughter-in-law were fighting again. Duty sergeant is gonna put them in separate cells.”
Appalled, Steve shook his head. “Unbelievable.”
Chin Ho Kelly called from the other
room and joined them on the lanai.
“We’re getting plenty of information from the other states,” Kelly
continued. Officers from
“Yeah, we’ll make sure he goes and talks to Manicote,” McGarrett sighed with displeasure. “Everybody will want a piece of the action now that we’ve cracked the case.”
“I’ve lost count of how many police departments across the mainland have called,” Kelly admitted.
“You going to let them extradite?” Williams wondered, studying McGarrett.
“After they murdered seven people here? They’ll have to fight us all the way to the Supreme Court!”
Dan hid a smile. Steve was territorial about things like investigations and arrests.
When they had captured the scum, when those twisted people were sitting in McGarrett’s office, it had been chilling and horrific to witness the callous disregard for life. The complete absence of conscience.
“What?” McGarrett wondered.
“When we questioned them. I’ve never seen you speechless in an interrogation.” The boss certainly wasn’t speechless now. Back to normal, he smiled to himself.
“Yeah. Hard to put revulsion on this level into words.”
No, he corrected that thought. Not completely normal.
Back on line, Steve was readjusting. Subdued, Steve still didn’t have much to say about the vicious criminals. There were no words to describe the animalistic cruelty of the murders for hardly any motive -- for small change. Nor did many of his colleagues, he found, have anything in their vocabulary to cover this kind of mindless crime.
Finding it hard to tear his gaze away from the twilight grounds of the Palace, McGarrett turned to lean on the railing and face his detectives. They had been through a lot in this unit, but never something as coldly cruel as these despicable monsters. He was glad this long hunt was over.
Thinking about the crime scenes -- the bodies he had seen and the violence enacted in his islands, he was just glad it was over. Maybe after this crime family he really could say he had seen it all. He certainly hoped so.
Studying Chin, he wondered how a quiet and sober family man like Kelly could stand to see this level of brutality. Perhaps, when it was all over, he could go home to a loving family. Or Ben, who had little daughters to raise. Studying these sober, moral men, he felt flushed with a wave of pride. This was his family. The utter opposite of the filth they had arrested today. His ohana left him speechless in a whole different -- positive -- way than the criminals they jailed.