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    "Say nothing," Chaul Roong warned. "Bad things could happen. I must talk to the boss."
    Tetsuo nodded. "Put her on my back. I'll take her to her family."
     
    Chaul Roong wordlessly handed over the bloodied scarf to Patrick. When Patrick finally looked up, he said, “Tell me.”
    Briefly, Chaul Roong told him about Tomiko. Patrick slumped against the door. For a moment Chaul felt pity; Patrick O’Malley was a good man.
    “Many women work maid, this thing happen. No like lose job, everybody be quiet, no say nothing. This different,” Han shook his head. “I think you make this haole go or plenty trouble.”
    “The sheriff,” Patrick began.
    Chaul Roong cut him off and spat out, “You think they believe one haole or one Japanese like Yamamoto san? You keep him here one more night, he die, for sure. Maybe no good I tell you, but I no like trouble here. The men think you tell sheriff, maybe he believe you. But I no think so. I think this no good haole going get away with it. Get him off this island,” Chaul Roong sliced the air with his hand. “We be pau with him for good.”
    Chaul Roong knew he was right. The big bosses in Honolulu wouldn’t let luna White be disgraced. The Yamamoto’s daughter’s life was ruined. Everyone hated luna White, it was possible someone would take matters into their own hands. The haole owners would get mad and take it out on everyone in Kohala.
    “Han, you go to Luna White’s house, tell him boss man said come now.”
    Han moved back a step and shook his head.
    Patrick put his hand on Han’s narrow shoulder. “Please.”
    Han knew it took a lot for Patrick to say please the way he did. In fact, it was unheard of for a haole to do anything but order their Asian employees around. Han shrugged. Patrick was a different kind of haole . It was the least he could do to help him. “Okay, I go call.”
     
    Jeff reeked of whiskey when he opened his door to Chaul Roong. Jeff peered into the inky darkness behind him with a baseball bat in his hand, his guilt on full display. There would be no reason for him to be defensive if he hadn’t done anything.
    Chaul Roong did the basics. He stood directly in front of his attacker and moved his body constantly forward and backward, to the left and the right. Knowing evasion was superior to blocking, he shifted in the way of the warrior. “Big Boss say you come now to big house.”
    Jeff’s eye twitched when he attempted to laugh. Suddenly, a timid voice behind him asked, “What do you suppose Mr. O’Malley wants at this late hour?”
    Jeff swung around and swore at his wife.
    Lucille stepped backwards and her head slunk between her hunched shoulders.
    “Shut up!” The tendons in Jeff’s neck stood out in sharply as he began babbling drunkenly. “It’s your fault everything happened. You and your fat, ugly body disgust me.”
    Lucille’s mouth went slack, and her eyes widened as she curled over with her hands shielding her belly. “Hit me in the face, but please don’t hurt the baby.”
    Jeff raised his fist. Lucille dropped to her knees on the floor.
    Chaul Roong grabbed Jeff’s arm. “Boss man says now.”
    Jeff shouted. “Let me go, you dirty chink.”
    He let him go. Jeff swung the bat wildly at him but Chaul Roong avoided the hard wood. Breathing hard with spittle drooling down his mouth, Jeff screamed, “Stand still!”
    Chaul Roong almost laughed as he deftly knocked the bat out of Jeff's hands.
    Enraged, Jeff charged with his head down, plowing into a side table. He moaned as Chaul Roong danced away. Jeff’s face turned purple and he charged again. With a swift kick to Jeff’s face, Chaul Roong sent him sprawling on the floor.
    As Chaul Roong turned to help Lucille up from the floor, he felt energy bearing down on him from behind. With a smooth backward kick, he knocked Jeff down again. Jeff doubled over, clutching his belly. Chaul Roong stared down at him. “Okay, now we go.”
     
    Patrick’s thick,