Wong and Freitan ended the search and summoned Jake to the SUV. “What’s the emergency? I wasn’t quite done with Chernobiac’s bathroom. Not that I was having any luck finding anything incriminating in there.”

“Your partner called from the station. She confirmed part of the theory that we’ve been talking about. We need to go to the county jail ASAP and interview Rayme and Webb.”

“Excellent.” Jake rubbed his hands together. “What’s the connection?”

“She found evidence of blackmail payments on Chernobiac’s hard drive,” Freitan said. “But there’s still no clear connection to Webb and Rayme; she just thought we should isolate and question them in case they are involved.”

Jake grunted affirmatively as he settled in the back seat and texted Sophie. “So you got intel on Webb and Rayme?”

“I’m busy, Jake.”

At least she was replying. “Keep me in the loop, partner.” Jake didn’t like how even small exclusions felt big to him. So far, he wasn’t doing great at detachment.

“Sorry. I’m focusing on trying to find a connection to Rayme and Webb, and sifting for whoever took the cash and drives a black SUV. No luck so far.”

“Ok. I’m psyched to go to the interview. Thought Freitan & Wong would try to ditch me.”

“They did. I pressured them that we only have a couple days of pay left and we have to make them count.”

“Well, thanks for that. See you when we get back. We can figure out how to wrap things up from there.” The thought of leaving the island and saying goodbye to Sophie curdled Jake’s innards into a restless ball.

“Yes,” was Sophie’s terse reply.

“Sophie thinks whoever killed Chernobiac may also want to silence Rayme and Webb,” Jake said aloud.

“That’s why we’ve called ahead and asked for those two to be moved to solitary, though we still have no evidence the cases are connected,” Freitan replied.

Hawaii County Correctional Center was a lumpish gray cube surrounded by a heavy chain link fence, topped with coils of razor wire. Palm trees at the four corners of the rectangular area attempted a tropical feel that fell short.

Jake and the detectives got out of the SUV in the parking area marked Employees, and the two showed their badges and Jake his ID at the entry point. “Here to see prisoners Holly Rayme and Jim Webb,” Freitan said.

The guard at the booth looked up sharply. “Step inside the sally port, please.” The three did so, and the door immediately locked with a heavy clang.

Guards entered and frisked them roughly. Freitan scowled. “Hey! What the hell?”

The corrections officers said nothing, and Jake kept his mouth shut too. Whatever was going on was higher than his pay grade. Once they had all been cleared, the COs left them in the sally port. One of them addressed Freitan over his shoulder. “We are running your prints and IDs.”

Freitan put her hands on her hips, pacing the tiny area. “Something’s gone down involving our perps. This is not SOP, things are usually pretty casual around here.”

Watching Freitan do that relieved Jake of his need to do the same. Moments later the inner door opened, and admitted them to a hallway. They were met by the warden himself, a slender man with a transparent tonsure of hair and a deep, leathery tan. “Warden Scott Biles. Were you the ones to call in the warning about Webb and Rayme?” Biles asked.

“Yes, we were. We’re here to interview them about our case,” Wong said. “A witness they may be connected to was almost killed, so we thought to be proactive and have them isolated.”

“Ah. Well, there’s been an unfortunate incident. You can speak to Holly Rayme in the infirmary.”

“And Jim Webb?” Freitan still had her hands on her hips.

“Webb is dead. Killed in an altercation on the yard this afternoon. We are following increased security protocol and conducting a full internal investigation.”

Jake tightened his jaw to keep from showing any expression. Freitan swore, and Wong shook his head. “We are still seeking a solid connection between this couple and the witness who died. I guess there must be one.”

Jake followed the two detectives as the warden led them through a series of badly lit corridors smelling of Lysol. They eventually reached the infirmary area.

They observed Holly Rayme from one side of a glass window threaded with a grid of wire. She appeared unconscious, her thin, sallow face swollen and empurpled. Her hands were bandaged, lying quiet on the crisp white sheet.

“She was stabbed with a crude implement and beaten. We had sent a corrections officer to take her to solitary, but he didn’t get there in time,” Warden Biles said.

“I’ll say,” Freitan growled. “Is she in any shape to answer our questions?”

“We asked her who attacked her. She said it was a group of people, she didn’t know or couldn’t identify who—in effect, she refused to answer. She’s stable. You should be able to talk to her just fine. Whether or not she will answer is another question.”

Jake slid in behind the detectives as they entered the room, trying to stay unobtrusive and in the background. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall as the detectives pulled up plastic chairs beside the bed. He didn’t want to get sent out and cut off from the investigation at such a critical point. He slid his phone out of his pocket and thumbed on the Record feature to capture the interview for Sophie to hear later.

“Holly.” Wong was the one to gently shake the woman’s shoulder. Rayme’s eyes flew open in alarm, and Wong patted her arm gently. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Detectives Wong and Freitan. We talked with you when you were first arrested, remember?”

Rayme’s gaze flickered around the room and landed on Jake. “I recognize you.” Her voice was sandpapery thin.

Jake inclined his head. “Sorry you’ve been injured. We were concerned that you might be in danger.”

Freitan shot Jake a look, telling him to back off. “We are here to help,” she said smoothly, turning to Rayme. “Tell us what happened.”

Rayme plucked at the white sheet covering her lap. “I’m not sure. It all went down so fast.”

“We had called down to the jail, requesting that you and Webb be transferred to solitary for your own protection after we got new information that might involve you. Webb turned up dead, and you were attacked, both within the same hour.” Freitan wasn’t pulling any punches.

Rayme’s eyes filled and overflowed. She covered her mouth with her hand. “Jimmy is dead?”

“Afraid so.” Wong patted her arm again. “They got to him before he could be pulled from gen pop.”

“And the reason we called over here was that we thought you might be in trouble, since someone whacked Chernobiac out at his house,” Freitan said.

“Oh God!” Rayme rubbed her eyes with fisted hands. Her voice trembled. “I’m the only one left.”

Jake was impressed with how matter-of-factly Freitan had delivered that piece of news, as if expecting Rayme knew Chernobiac—when they still had no evidence that she did. The detectives exchanged a quick glance with Jake. Now they were getting somewhere.

“We really want to protect you,” Wong kept up the arm rub and soft voice. “What can you tell us about who is trying to kill you?”

“I can’t. No.” Rayme opened those childish fists and covered her mouth with both hands, as if to keep the truth from emerging. Her voice came out muffled. “I can’t tell you anything. He’ll kill me if I do.”

“Kind of seems like he’s going to kill you even if you don’t,” Frietan said dryly.

They waited a bit for this to sink in.

Sure enough, Rayme dropped her hands and clutched the sheet. “You have to offer me a deal.”

“Don’t have to offer you anything,” Freitan said. “We can just leave you here, and let nature take its course. Makes no never mind to us. One more dead tweaker is one less for us to worry about.”

“But don’t you want to know what has been going on with Chernobiac?” Rayme’s voice rose an octave or two.

“Either you want to talk with us or you don’t.” The detective studied her short, plum-colored nails, and frowned at a chip she saw on one of them.

“Then you have to protect me. Because he will kill me to shut me up. And you need me to put him away.” Rayme’s eyes were wide with fear.

“Protection can be arranged,” Wong assured her. He turned to Freitan, frowning in exaggerated concern. “Detective Freitan, we have to take care of this poor girl.”

Jake worried that Wong was laying it on a little thick, but Rayme’s head nodded like a marionette. “Yes! I’ll tell you everything if you just make sure he can’t get to me.”

Freitan shifted in the cheap plastic chair and brushed imaginary lint off her black jeans. “All right. We’ll see what we can do. I’m going to record this conversation for future reference.” She took out her phone and turned on a Record feature, stating the people present, the date, time, and location, and she Mirandized Holly Rayme.

Once the formalities had been observed, Rayme was in a rush to tell her story. “We had a side hustle going on. Me, Jimmy, Akane Chang, and Paul Chernobiac. It was working great until that Weathersby girl messed things up.”

“Side hustle? As opposed to . . . some other kind of hustle?” Freitan’s eyebrows made inquisitive arches.

“As opposed to the Chang family’s main sources of income. I know it isn’t news to you that the Changs are heavily involved in prostitution, gambling, and drugs,” Rayme said. “The cops are always hassling them. We got to know Akane because we worked in the Changs’ meth factory for a while. Akane is their main enforcer. One of the cousins. He is . . .” Rayme gave a theatrical shudder. “He is not right in the head.”

Jake kept his face serious with an effort. Rayme obviously considered herself just fine in her mental capacity. Apparently insanity had degrees.

“So, it was a side hustle in that . . . no one else knew about it?” Wong asked.

“Yeah. Paul and Akane met gaming and they cooked it up; it was their own private gig. Later, we got involved.”

“How did the hustle work?” Freitan asked.

“Paul did some accounting for the Changs and a lot of online stuff. He identified possible marks for Akane, and later us, through a rideshare company that the Changs have connections with. We were just supposed to rob the folks without getting caught, or embarrass the marks in such a way they didn’t report what happened. Jimmy and I had a couple of cons worked out.” She looked down and plucked at the sheet again. Jake could well imagine the compromising positions they captured their prey with. “We would shake them down and leave them, or sometimes we’d hold onto them, party with them. It was all pretty fun.” Her sharp yellowish teeth, bared in a smile, reminded Jake of a coyote at a kill. “Akane is an enforcer for the family, but he likes his job a little too much. He decided to disappear some of the marks after Chernobiac had shaken down their families for ransom.”

Rayme paused, clearly reveling in having their full attention as she preened a bit, combing her straggling hair with her fingers. “Can I get some water?”

Wong handed her a cup with a straw, and she took a sip before continuing. “Jimmy and I had a smaller part in things. We took orders from Paul or Akane. We were boots on the ground to take care of the prisoners, who we kept out at Travelers’ Rest, and we were always looking to find more marks we could roll.” She took another sip of water, and belched. “Julie Weathersby was ours. She wasn’t posting on social media or any of the usual ways that Chernobiac would identify a mark. But once we realized she had super rich parents, we knew we better not let Akane have his fun with her—it would draw too much heat for her to turn up dead. The kinds of people we got the best results with were from middle-class backgrounds. Usually they had some kind of drug problem or something that made them vulnerable. We would do like we did with the Weathersby girl; cozy up, roll them for money, and Chernobiac would contact their families and collect bribes or ransom, and then we’d turn them loose on that stretch of road.”

“So you turned victims loose in the jungle without clothes or shoes, knowing that a man who enjoyed killing was going to hunt them down,” Freitan said flatly.

For the first time, real shame darkened Rayme’s eyes. She squirmed and looked away. “It didn’t start out that way. And then, by the time it was that way, we didn’t know how to get out of . . . what was happening. But I knew things had to end when Akane got a look at Julie while we were camping together—he came to Volcanoes and stopped by to check her out. I knew he was going to do terrible things to her, and I liked Julie.”

Jake flashed to the pretty young woman’s open, happy smile. “It seems you grew a conscience.”

“And that’s a good thing, considering that at this point you are part of a conspiracy to commit serial murder,” Freitan said.

Rayme crumpled the sheet in her fists. “We had had enough. Julie dead was going to draw too much attention. So Jimmy called Terence Chang. Anonymously. Told him where and when Julie could be found, and that Akane would be after her.”

Freitan’s alert gaze seemed to crackle with energy. “Why did he choose Terence Chang? Why not just tip off the police anonymously?”

“Because we didn’t want the cops involved. We thought that Terence could control Akane, get him to leave Julie alone. Terence is the head of the family now that Healani Chang died.”

“He appears to be going straight,” Wong said, frowning. “We haven’t been able to connect him to any criminal activity.”

Holly Rayme snorted. “Terence wouldn’t be much of a crime lord if you could bust him, would he? But trust me, he’s at the top of the food chain.”

Jake glanced from Wong to Freitan. If this was true, Holly Rayme had just become a very valuable witness indeed.