Lester told his father, "Mad Dog, you know what's crazy? Tomo's gonna use his share and get married. With that kinda money, he can afford more than just one woman." He broke up over his own joke. "One with meat on her bones!"

Henry frowned at the inside of his drink.

Lester Rahler said, "Tomo and his woman. He's so big and she's so skinny." Then he asked Henry, "How they ever do it, old man?"

Henry spoke stiffly, "What they do, they do in private."

"Have you ever watched them doing it?"

Henry was slowly burning. "I don't talk about your family."

Lester perked up. "What's that mean?"

"You shouldn't talk about mine," Henry said.

Lester started advancing on the old man, his chest out, looking for a fight. "Don't tell me what I can talk about."

Mad Dog stopped him. "Lester!"

Lester told Mad Dog, "I want him!"

Mad Dog smacked his son’s head so hard that sweat flew off his face.

Mad Dog said, "No!

Lester backed down. "Aw, Mad Dog, he can't take a joke!"

Mad Dog snapped, "Don't call me Mad Dog! I’m your father. You respect me, you shit!"

Lester apologized. "I'm sorry, daddy."

"I'll kick you so hard, you'll have another crack in your ass!"

Lester got crazy-eyed. "I said I was sorry!"

Mad Dog said, "Forget it, Lester, understand?"

Henry warily, silently watched these two.

Lester was contrite. "I'm just getting stir-crazy, that's all. "

Mad Dog backed off. "Hey, son, it's cool. "

Lester Rahler said, "Okay if I go down to the farm for tonight?"

Mad Dog, against his better judgment, said, "Yeah, sure. But nowhere else, understand?"

Lester told Henry, "Whenever you're ready, I'll follow you."

Without a word, Henry rose and walked towards his truck. Lester followed him, grinning like a fool back at his father.

Mad Dog stared after them, worried.

Rafferty entered a public phone booth near the beach in the touristy part of the island and dialed an 800-toll free number.

When someone answered on the other end, Rafferty said, "Rafferty here. Yes, I meet with him. He went native. Spacey as hell. I'm trying again tomorrow."

Then he hung up the phone.

That twilight Henry and Lester were at Henry's farm, a mobile home up on cement blocks and railroad ties, a propane tank in the front yard, some junkers in the weeds, chickens and hound dogs wandering loose. Lester was wired, edgy, pacing back and forth, while Henry sat quietly on the rundown porch.

"I'm going stir-crazy," Lester complained. Then, making up his mind, he said, "I'm going to town."

Henry said nothing.

Lester pulled off his grubby T-shirt, then washed his face and hands with a garden hose, then dried himself with his grubby T-shirt. He found a T-shirt in the back of his truck and slipped it on.

Seeing Henry watching him, Lester said, grabbing for his car keys, "Fuck you, old man. I need a woman."

The Pikake was a steak and lobster restaurant.

Rafferty met Jeremiah Quint and his wife Audrey at the bar.

Rafferty greeted them. "Aloha! I'm glad you both could make it."

Jeremiah Quint was brutally cold. "That's because you're buying dinner."

Rafferty ignored the jibe. "Shall we start with drinks?"

Jeremiah sneered. "On your expense account?"

Rafferty bought drinks at the front bar. He told the Quints, "I don't blame Jimmy for what happened. And I know Jimmy doesn't believe that, and I know you're helping him as best as you can. But Jimmy's not coping very well here. He needs the help you can't give him."

Jeremiah Quint was totally opposed. "My brother isn't crazy."

"I think Rafferty's right," Audrey said.

Jeremiah Quint was belligerent. "Jimmy stays here. He's my brother."

Tomo Oteas and Jack Draper were talking business in a back booth in the Pikake Lounge. Tomo, part Hawaiian and part Tahitian, was young, handsome and sexy, a broad-shouldered surfer in his early thirties. He wore a very beautiful, a very unique aloha shirt: the white bird of paradise against a flaming sunset. Jack Draper was a young white male in a black t-shirt and camouflage pants. He was short and slim, had slickbacked hair and a thin mustache. Last year part of his nose was shot off in a cocaine bust that went south. He was a son-of-a-bitch, a rotten bastard with a bad attitude.

"Tomo, when can I take delivery?"

Tomo considered before he spoke. "At least two weeks for the rest of the harvest, and another two weeks for it to dry. " He concluded, "At the end of the month, Jack."

"And how much are you asking for?"

Rafferty went for more drinks. While he waited at the bar, he turned to check out the restaurant’s clientele. He noticed in one of the back booths Tomo's very unique aloha shirt. He liked the design, thought about how he would enjoy wearing it in Washington. Then Rafferty saw Jeremiah Quint looking across the cocktail lounge. Rafferty saw Tomo Oreas and Jeremiah Quint making eye contact. He saw how both men flinched from that contact.

Jeremiah became galvanized. He told Audrey, "That man over there on the left. He's a cop."

Audrey stared at back booth. "Which one? Your left or their left?"

Jeremiah Quint stood. "Let's go, Audrey." When she failed to move, he became more excited. "C'mon, we gotta go!"

"But, honey --"

Jeremiah Quint pulled her arm. "We got to get going now!"

"Why?"

"As Isaiah wrote, ‘They are greedy dogs which can never have enough.’"

Audrey gave up and grabbed her belongings.

Jeremiah and Audrey left without saying good-byes to Rafferty.

Rafferty turned to watch the back booth. He stared at Tomo's very unique aloha shirt.

Draper stared at the Quints. "Who is he?"

"Jeremiah Quint," Tomo said. "A Bible-thumper. A big grower. Bigger than me. He grows real good shit." Tomo was unnerved. "It's bad luck seeing another grower when you're selling."

Draper was interested in Jeremiah Quint. "How much is he growing?"

"Maybe three hundred plants," Tomo said.

Draper was startled. "That many?"

"He probably sold already. Growers don't come to town until after they've sold."

Rafferty was embraced and kissed passionately by a young and very attractive Chinese woman. Rafferty was stunned. "Ginny?"

Ginny Hong squealed with delight. "Yes, yes, yes!"

They embraced, one-time lovers meeting after years apart.

Rafferty said, "What are you doing here?"

Ginny said, "I live here now."

"God, you look great!"

"Oh, Terry, I've missed you."

Draper and Tomo watched Rafferty and Ginny.

Draper eyed Ginny. "Small tits but a nice ass."

Tomo said, "The redheaded haole I don't know. That chick is Ginny Hong, and she's sleeping with Deputy Sheriff Eddie Ka’aina."

Ginny and Rafferty hovered together over Hawaiian drinks.

Rafferty said, "She was a combat instructor for the CIA. As you can guess, we got married for all the wrong reasons. All we did was fight. And yourself?"

Ginny was also rueful. "My divorce was ugly and nasty and messy. But I am getting married again. This December."

Rafferty was delighted. "Congratulations. We have to celebrate."

Ginny gathered her things. "I know a cheaper place to celebrate."

Draper and Tomo watched Rafferty and Ginny leave.

Tomo confided, "Jeremiah Quint's never been busted. I think I know why. He's been buying protection."

Draper was very interested hearing that news.