Yuletide Stalker. Irene Brand

weeks. His race was run, and his heart was heavy because he had failed to avenge the deaths of the other male members of his family. He faced eternity without hope because he hadn’t kept faith with his ancestors.

      An hour later, Edena stumbled over the body of her twin brother as she started into the cabin. As hefty as her brother, Edena had no trouble lifting him. She carried the last remaining male member of her family carefully into the cabin and laid him on the narrow cot. When she peeled back Kamu’s shirt, blood spurted from the wound he’d received when he escaped from prison. She heated some water and although her hands probed gently when she removed the blood-soaked bandage, Kamu groaned and his eyes opened.

      “Sister,” he whispered, and his eyes brightened. “I will not have to die alone.”

      “You shall not die,” she said. “Aumakua will not permit it.”

      Kamu shook his head wearily. “Our god, Aumakua, does not listen to me now. I’m the only one left, and I have failed to honor my forebears. Give me a knife. If I die by my own hand, it will suffice.”

      Edena stretched herself to her full five-feet-five-inches height, pounded herself on the chest and said haughtily, “You forget me. I am willing to carry on the family honor.”

      “But you’re a woman. That will shame me.”

      “Then I will become a man—at least part of the time. Rest in peace, Kamu.”

      Throughout the remainder of the night, Edena sat beside her brother, holding his hand as he slowly and painfully died. Her thoughts were not so much on her brother as on Stanley Horton, who had brought tragedy to her family. It had started when Horton had discovered their crime. One by one, she’d seen her family taken from her. Someone must pay.

      When her brother died at last, Edena wept and mourned audibly for hours. As the day dawned, she stood before a small cracked mirror and with a small hammer, knocked out one of her front teeth—a custom of bereavement in her family.

      With blood spilling from her mouth, she shouldered her brother’s body and walked up a rugged mountain to the secret family burial cave. She attached a rope to the joints of his legs, put the rope behind his neck and tightened the rope until his knees touched his chest. She wrapped the flexed body in a coarse cloth and placed the rounded package on a shelf in the cave. She laid her hand on the body of her twin and muttered, alternating from her native language to English, “He ola na he ola—a life for a life.”

      She passed by the interment alcoves of the other members of the family. When she touched each bundle, she muttered, “A life for a life—I will avenge.”

      Edena carefully parted the brushy covering before she stepped out of the cave. A bitter smile twisted her lips as she plodded down the mountain, never doubting that she would be victorious in her vengeance.

      FOUR

      Whether it was the strenuous, fun-filled day she’d enjoyed on Saturday, or whether her body was adjusting to the time change, Maddie woke on Sunday morning feeling rested and at peace with the world. Roselina had said that she always slept in on Sunday morning, so Maddie checked the clock and knew that she had time for a dip in the Pacific.

      She put on the white, skirted tank suit she’d bought on sale in September, never realizing then that she’d be in Hawaii when she wore it. She wrapped herself in a terry robe and slipped her feet into a pair of leather scuffs. She put her Bible in her tote bag, intending to have her morning devotions on the beach. Taking a large towel from the bathroom, she walked toward the water.

      The sun filtered through the slight haze hovering over the water. A gray bird with white feathers below its wings flew along the shoreline. Linc had identified several of the native birds when they walked along Waikiki yesterday. Maddie recognized this one as a sooty tern.

      The ocean breeze was cool, but invigorating. She spread the towel beside the water, took off her shoes and sat on the towel close enough to the ocean to invite an occasional wave to splash over her feet. She opened her Bible to the book of Psalms. When Maddie worshipped outdoors, her thoughts always turned to the writings of David. It seemed strange to her that although he’d lived in an arid environment, the psalmist had an acute comprehension of the ocean.

      Reading aloud, she used the words of David from Psalm 104 for her morning prayer.

      “‘O Lord, how manifold are Thy works! In wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of Thy riches. So is this great and wide sea, wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts. There go the ships; there is that leviathan, whom Thou hast made to play therein. These wait upon Thee.’”

      When Linc had taken her on the submarine tour off Waikiki Beach yesterday, she’d marveled at the vast number of fish populating the ocean. How had the psalmist known that?

      Taking off her robe, Maddie walked carefully into the waves, but the water was cooler than she’d thought, and she didn’t tarry long. She’d been too sleepy last night when they’d gotten home to ask Linc about a church, but she was eager to attend worship services. She returned to the cottage, showered and dressed for the day in a pastel blue skirt set. The calf-length print skirt had dark blue and white flowers, and the short-sleeved cotton sweater hung below her waist. The outfit appeared to add height to her body. She had been extremely conscious of her petite figure when she’d walked beside Linc and Ahonui.

      

      Linc had been sitting on the glass-enclosed balcony on the second floor when Maddie walked to the beach. For a moment he was tempted to join her, but considering the emotions she’d stirred in his heart, he knew it was wise for them to do their swimming separately. He got up from his chair immediately, because he didn’t want Maddie to see him and think he was spying on her. However, if she should encounter any danger, he needed to know, so he walked to the shadow of the hallway to stand guard. When she returned to her cottage, he got ready for the day.

      After they finished breakfast, Linc said, “Tomorrow, we’ll start island hopping, but today is a good time to take a driving tour of Oahu. You’ll want to see more of our country than the tourist things we’ll be visiting the next three days.”

      “I thought we’d go to church this morning,” she said, looking down at her garments.

      “Oh, I hadn’t thought about that,” Linc said. “I haven’t gone to church in years.”

      “More shame to you,” Roselina said as she took away the breakfast dishes.

      Maddie turned startled blue eyes on Linc. Her heart plummeted. She’d finally found a chink in Linc’s armor. Her faith in God was an integral part of her life. It saddened her to find out that Linc didn’t share her Christian beliefs.

      “You can go to church with me, Miss Maddie,” Roselina said. “I leave at half-past nine.”

      “Oh, I’ll take you, Maddie,” Linc said quickly. “I’m a member of the church Roselina goes to. I support the work financially, but I seldom attend the services.”

      Roselina’s appraising eyes swept his face, and Linc wouldn’t meet her eyes. No matter what his housekeeper thought, it was his responsibility to look after Maddie.

      Although she wanted Linc to go with her, Maddie said, “I’d like to have you go to church with me, but not if you don’t want to. I’ll go with Roselina.”

      Standing to pull back her chair, Linc said, “I want to take you. I’ll go change. Roselina, you might as well ride with us.”

      “No, thank you. I’m visiting my sister this afternoon. I’ll go to her home from the church.”

      The church, located in a small seaside village, was a frame building with a white steeple. Linc pointed out some damage to the structure from the previous year’s hurricane. The sign over the door indicated that the congregation had been organized in the late nineteenth century.

      The sanctuary wouldn’t have seated more than seventy-five people, and it was barely half-full. The pastor