Toby Neal - Blood Orchids

Drowning isnt pretty, even in paradise. The girls features were bloated by water and nibbled on by wildlife. She lay half embedded in silty mud, naked as a seal carcass. Long hair that might have been blonde wrapped around her like seaweed, one sparkly hair tie still in place on the side of her head.

Leilani Texeira grimaced at the sulphurous smell of the mud as she stepped into it, shiny regulation shoes disappearing, and squatted to inspect the body. After three years on the force in Hawaii shed seen several drowned corpses, and had learned to stay detached as she looked for any signs of violence. Still, she was thankful for the small mercy of the girls closed eyes.

Her partner Ponos voice was a bass drone interspersed with static as he called in the discovery on the radio. Lei stayed on her haunches, her eyes slowly surveying the entire overgrown area of the small county park. Invasive christmasberry bushes and clumps of tall pili grass competed along the unkempt banks. Midmorning sun leached reluctantly from under cloud cover as she spotted what looked like a bobbing coconut a few yards out. Lei glanced around-no palm trees ringed the pond.

She pushed her pant legs up and splashed forward into murky water warm as blood, clots of yellowish algae dotting the surface.

Hey! Pono called. What the hell are you doing?

Got another one, Lei said. The water reached her thighs. Any deeper and shed have to go back and take off her bulky duty belt. She approached the body, floating face down. Female, small build, brown skinned and nude-Lei mentally composed the report. She extended her baton and poked the corpse, wondering if something might fall off if she touched it, but the flesh was hard. Still in rigor. These girls hadnt been dead long.

Let the crime techs deal with it. You know youre not supposed to touch the body-I dont want you to get in trouble again. She ignored Pono, in the grip of a compulsion she couldnt put words to.

There was something familiar about this body.

She grabbed a handful of trailing black hair and gently pulled. There was bit of give, but the hair held and the body moved sluggishly at her tug. Lei steeled herself and, walking backward, slowly towed the body to shore in a parody of rescue. She backed up into the shallows, bringing the girl up onto the muddy bank, and rolled her by flipping the shoulder. The brunette landed on her back with a splash next to the blonde.

Lei sucked a breath and bit her lip, bile rising.

The eyes were open this time, and she recognized them.

Haunani Something-or-other-a sixteen year old kid with an attitude. Lei had busted her for possession at the high school a week ago. The girls once-brown eyes were cloudy. Her open mouth was filled with water. Rigor kept the arms raised at an angle. Haunani looked as if she were waving for help, the motion frozen forever.

Off in the distance Lei heard sirens. She staggered out of the mud up onto the grass to stand beside Pono. Her stomach crawled back down her throat as she breathed in through her nose, out through her mouth and touched the tiny cowrie she kept in her pocket.

I know her. I mean, I knew her.

Who she stay? Pono used pidgin, dialect of the Islands, when he was upset. He rubbed his mustache with a finger and she knew he wanted a cigarette.

Remember a couple weeks ago? Drug bust at the high school? Her names Haunani Pohakoa.

The last name came to her along with a memory of the girls cocked hip and long shiny hair. Haunani had been vain about that hair, tossing it around like a pony flicking flies. Lei wished she could forget the slick feeling of the wet strands as her heart squeezed, remembering the fragile bravado Haunani had worn like armor-an armor they shared. Shed felt an immediate connection to the girl when she met her. Lei rubbed her hands briskly on soaked uniform slacks.

Wish someone else could have found them, Pono muttered, pushing mirrored Oakleys up onto his buzz-cut head and folding bulky tattooed arms. Simple patrol for vandalism down here and we gotta find this. Never going be done with the paperwork.

Lei didnt reply. Shed been partners with Pono long enough to know how much he hated dealing with dead bodies, a little superstitious about them since his daughters birth two years ago. Fortunately they didnt come across many in sleepy Hilo.

Sirens announced the arrival of reinforcements. Lei looked up to see the new detective from L.A., Michael Stevens, striding toward them with a tall mans loose-limbed grace. His wiry Asian partner, Jeremy Ito, trotted in his wake. Shed seen the pair around the station but never worked with them before.

Blue eyes lasered her briefly from under black brows as Stevens scanned the scene and the bodies, hands on jeans-clad hips. Ito imitated Stevens stance.

Hey. What do we have? Stevens was all business.

We came out on a vandalism call. Someone had trashed the bathroom, done some tagging. Pono gestured to the dreary cinderblock bunker mottled with graffiti beside their parked Crown Victoria. We did a foot patrol around the pond and found the blonde first. Then Lei spotted the floater and towed her in.

Stevens and Ito both turned to look at Lei, incredulous. She felt a hot blush stain her cheeks, and her dripping slacks and squishy shoes screamed bad judgment. She extended a hand to Stevens.

Lei Texeira. Ive seen you around.

He shook it, a brief hard pump. Michael Stevens. I assume you know you shouldnt have moved the body. Supposed to wait for the techs to get here, photograph it, all that.

I thought she might be drowning. Leis scalp prickled fiercely at the lie.

With the other one right here, obviously gone? Itos soft voice had a hard edge as he narrowed eyes at her.

Im sorry. It seemed wrong to leave her out there. Closer to the truth, but still not the compelling need shed had to bring the girls body in, to turn it over and see her face.

Well, whats done is done. Stevens squatted down to get a better look, leaning out over the mud. The medical examiners on his way. Why dont you two put up the tape before anyone else disturbs the scene.

We know who the brunette is, Pono said. Lei busted her with weed at school awhile back.

Oh yeah?

Yeah. Shes a Hilo High junior. Haunani Pohakoa. Lei shut her eyes against a flash of memory of sun on that shiny black hair-but when she closed them, she saw the girls drowned faces, and between them her own: tilted almond eyes closed, wide mouth slack, olive skin so pale the cinnamon freckles across her nose stood out like paint spatters.

She recoiled, stepping back, and stumbled a little in the rough grass.

Itos brows had come down in a frown as both detectives glanced at her. Pono gave her arm a tug.

Lets go get the tape, he said. She followed him, fleeing toward their parked cruiser, her pant legs rasping and shoes squelching.

Ill expect all the details on how you know the victim in your report, Stevens called after Lei as the M.E.s van and the Lieutenants cruiser pulled up, and the dismal little park filled with the organized chaos that follows death.

After combing over every inch of the banks of the small pond, Lieutenant Ohale ordered all available officers to search the two feeder streams for the original crime scene where the girls had gone into the water. Lei and Pono split from the others, taking the lower stream.

Pono trailed behind her, his eyes scanning the ground, as Lei chugged a bottle of water one of the crime techs had given her. Adrenaline from the initial discovery had worn off, leaving her shaky and exhausted-but the same compulsion that had driven her into the water to retrieve the body drove her on now.