Cheshire and Tizzy look at the young girl that had hidden away in Tizzy’s police car. She was sound asleep on the hospital bed that Cheshire had taken her too. The private hospital had been the same one that Cheshire had taken Tizzy to when she first came to Hawaii.

“What have you found out about her?” Cheshire was curious about the young girl.

“Nothing, she has no criminal background. She’s not listed on any of the missing children or runaway databases. I asked Doctor Shipman to do a DNA test to see if we can match her DNA to anyone.” Tizzy couldn’t believe that there was no information out there about this girl.

She spoke to the women and she-males they arrested. All they could tell her about the girl was she was brought to the house about five months ago. At first, she wouldn’t do what the men that came to the house wanted, so Covern ordered the brothel madam to use drugs on her. After that, if she wouldn’t cooperate or put up too much of a fight. The madam and the rest of the people could do whatever they wanted to her,
Covern didn’t care.

“Does she have a name?”

“The madam said that the only name Covern told them to call her, was bitch. That was all she was worth.” Tizzy couldn’t believe that was her name.

The girl hadn’t talked much after they took her into the house and cleaned her up. While Tizzy took care of her, her mother went into the
kitchen and fixed the girl some food to eat. Nothing too heavy or greasy.

Tizzy’s cellphone starts ringing. She taps her earpiece “hello?”

“Hey, are you busy right now?” Keith had been called to a crime scene.

“What’s up?”

“You might want to join me. I found another body and you won’t believe who the person is?” Keith couldn’t believe it himself.

“Alright, text me the address.” Tizzy sees the text appear on her screen.

The address was about thirty minutes away from where she was. If she used her lights, she could get there a little faster.

“I’m leaving now, Keith.” Tizzy ends the phone call.

“Mom, I have to go.”

“I’ll be alright, sweetie. Go do your job.” Cheshire squeezes Tizzy hand before she leaves.

Tizzy places a kiss on Cheshire’s cheek and runs down to her Dodge Challenger. She starts the engine and turns her lights on, as she pulls out of the parking lot and heads towards the address. She was doing at least seventy miles per hour with her police lights on.

She arrives at the address, which turns out to be another hotel. She spots her partners car and several patrol cars. Tizzy gets wave through and parks her car a few parking spots down from her partners.

She heads towards the hotel room and spots her partner and several police officers. There was a figure laying on the floor. Tizzy kneels by the body and noticed his tattoos indicated he belonged to the company.

She stands up and looks at her partner “who was staying in this room?”

“Our good friend Covern, but he was registered under the name of Tony Goodwill. He also changed his appearance as well.” Keith shows the image he got from the office.

The clerk inside was very cooperative with him. The picture came from the image the security camera caught of him. He had changed his hair color and the way he was dressed.

“Do we know why this guy was shot?” Tizzy couldn’t believe this.

Keith flips his note pad back a few pages “the clerk said, that a black SUV pulled up this morning two men got out and went inside. After about ten minutes three guys exit the room and left. When the maid came in, she found this guy dead.”

“So, that means this guy was with Covern when he registered or.” Tizzy heads towards the bathroom and saw where he came in at.

“Well, we now know how he came in, but how did they find him before us and who were the guys in the black SUV and where did they go?”
Tizzy wanted to find this prick and bring him to justice.

“I think we should pay a visit to St. John.” Keith knew if anyone would know who those men in the SUV were, he would.

“He doesn’t owe us any favors and you know as well as I do. His currency is a favor for a favor.” Tizzy didn’t like asking him for information, because he always asked about her mother.

“Come on Tizzy. You know as well as I do, he respects and loves your mother.” Keith knew from past conversations that St. John and Tizzy’s mother used to date and had been engaged to be married.

However, Cheshire called the relationship off, because he almost died from an explosion that had been set for her. It was a car bomb that had gone off when he pressed the remote on her car. They were close enough, that the explosive force sent them flying backward. A piece of shrapnel from the car embedded itself in St. John’s chest. It missed his heart by a few inches.

Cheshire lost her first husband to an assassin’s attempt on her life. She didn’t want to lose another one because of who she was. So, she called the relationship off and left him. They were still friends and sometimes they got together, but Cheshire wouldn’t let it get as serious as it once was.

“Fine, let’s go and see St. John.” Tizzy knew better than to argue with her partner, and he was right about St. John.

St. John was a retired military intelligence operative that seemed to know about most of the illegal operations going on around Hawaii. There were only a handful of people he would talk with and she was one of them. She wonders if Cheshire would have adopted her if she had
married St. John.

Keith and Tizzy go by the police precinct and drop her Challenger off. They take Keith’s Hellcat. He managed to snag one of five Hellcat’s the Honolulu police department received last year. Tizzy was sitting quietly in the passenger seat thinking about the case.

Keith looks over at his partner and could tell she was in deep thought. He has been Tizzy’s partner for the past few years and has only scratch the surface of who she is.

“What are you thinking about partner?”

“This case. Why did Covern kill the prostitute and who were the men that came to his hotel room this morning?” Tizzy was puzzled because the case wasn’t making any sense to her.

“Maybe the woman knew something about Covern? We know the company is after him for killing her.” Keith has been wondering about her as well.

“Did anyone checked her place out?”

“Brandon and Jackie were supposed to check it out.” Keith hadn’t spoken to them yet.

“Let’s go by the place after we leave St. John.” Her gut was telling her that something valuable was there that the other investigators missed.

Keith pulls up to St. John’s favorite casino, The Lucky Tempest Casino. He parks nearby and heads inside with Tizzy walking next to him. They look around where St. John normally holds Court and spot him over at the VIP area. There were two heavily muscled guys standing on the other side of the rope that separated the VIP section from the rest of the place. One was African American and the other one was white. Both look like former military. They had the build and haircut style.

“Looks like Huey and Dewy are back.”

The last time Tizzy came up to see St. John he had two different bodyguards. They walk up to the entrance to the VIP section “we’re here to speak to St. John. I’m Detective Patel and this is my partner Detective Jardine.”

“About what matter?” The white guy that Tizzy called Dewy looks at her.

“That’s between us and Mr. St. John.” Detective Jardine answered for Tizzy.

“I’m afraid I need to know more than that.” Darrel looks at Jardine.

His partner Russi looks at Tizzy and gets ready to attack her. Just as he was about to make his move.

“I wouldn’t do that, Dewy.” Tizzy had her gun already out and pointing it at him.

Keith had his out as well and was pointing it at Huey. He had seen Dewy moving his hand towards his gun.

“I really wouldn’t do that. She’s trigger happy and very good with that gun.” Keith knew Tizzy was an expert marksman with her weapon.

“Now, now, Darrel and Russi, you shouldn’t be rude to our guest.” St. John had seen what was happening and decided to interfere.

He knew Tizzy was Cheshire’s oldest daughter and how deadly she and her cousins were. As for her partner, he knew Keith came from a long line of military people.

“Come and join me Detective Patel and Detective Jardine.”

Huey and Dewy step aside to let Tizzy and her partner Keith pass by them. They watch as the two detectives walk up and over to Mr. St. John’s table.

“Please, have a seat. Would you two like anything?” St. John summons a waitress over.

“No, we’re fine, thank you,” Keith answers for the two of them.

St. John looks at the waitress when she comes over “I’ll have my usual, Brenda.”

“Yes, sir.” Brenda turns and walks off.

St. John looks at Keith and Tizzy “so, what brings you two to me today?”

“What do you know about a fellow known as Daniel Covern and is anyone protecting or helping him?” Tizzy wanted answers.

“Daniel Covern let’s see. He is a known pedophile and has connections with several European, Mid-Eastern and African groups. The CIA has been trying to infiltrate but keep losing agents.”

“So, what is he doing here in Hawaii?” Tizzy was curious about that.

“That you need to ask him about, Tizzy. However, you might want to start watching your back and who you share information with.” St. John knew several CIA agents have been assigned to protect Daniel Covern.

“So, why did he kill Mrs. Malia Napua?” Tizzy watches St. John’s body language like her mother taught her.

He was a hard man to read. Tizzy knew he was a former military intelligence agent and he knew what her mother did and what her uncle Jack did.

“Don’t know why he killed her. Just he has a thing for young girls.”

“Do you know where I might find him?” Tizzy wonders how connected St. John was.

St. John accepts his drink when Brenda brings it over to him. He places a twenty on her serving tray. He takes a sip of it.

“Why don’t you try and see if he has gone here.” St. John takes a napkin and write a name down.

He hands the napkin to Tizzy “you might find him there.”

Tizzy and her partner look at the napkin and notices it was just a name Quiet Storm. She looks at St. John with a puzzled look on her face.

“Is this a ships name?”

“Yes, that is the name of the yacht he is hiding on. If you decide to go out to it. You better be prepared.”

“What do you mean by we should be prepared?” Tizzy didn’t like the sound of that.

“Just, Mr. Covern is being protected.”

“Okay, thanks for clearing that up.”

“Well, we better leave.” As Keith stands up.

“Thank you for your time, Mr. St. John.” Tizzy stands up as well.

“Any time. Tell your mother, hello for me.”

“I will.” Tizzy heads out to her partner's car.