As soon as the car rental agencies opened, I secured a vehicle and drove into Kahului, which is only a short distance from the airport, and sought out some men’s clothing stores where I could expand my wardrobe. It’s amazing how difficult it is to find plain old men’s clothing. It seems that virtually all the shops on the island tend to cater to “island wear” — which is far too casual to be used on flights and business.
Fortunately, I found a Macy’s in the Queen Ka’ahumanu Center where I could purchase some trousers and plain shirts as well as several changes of underwear and socks. I would make do with the shoes I was currently wearing, at least for the time being. I also purchased a piece of luggage at the Sears store in the same shopping mall since I felt reasonably sure I would soon be traveling.
I was somewhat reluctant to use my cell phone since intelligence agencies have the capability of tracking one’s location and activities by monitoring them, but since I was probably assumed to be dead in the flight 2620 crash, I felt that intentional monitoring of my phone was highly unlikely.
So I called Hawaiian Air to check their schedule for flights to Oahu. Even if L.T. was still on Maui, I could easily return, but I had some contacts that I could make use of on the main island, and doing so would be easier in person. Also, I would be less likely to run into L.T. or someone else who might recognize me if I were moving around in the larger population of Oahu.
I found a small local restaurant in Kahului where I could have lunch. When the waitress delivered my meal I asked if she might have a local phone directory in which I could look up some places I needed to visit. She was very accommodating and returned to my table in a few minutes with the requested phone book which I browsed through as I ate. I found that the Kahului Public Library was located at 90 School Street and the Bank of Hawaii was at 170 Kamehameha Avenue, both facilities which I would be using in the next few hours.
Finishing lunch, I headed to the library where I would make use of their Internet facilities to contact my bank in the Caymans. I was going to need ready access to funds. I wanted to limit my use of credit cards as much as possible. Maybe it’s just paranoia on my part, but transacting business through a media that can be so easily tracked just doesn’t appeal to me — especially now that my life appears to be in danger.
I instructed the Cayman bank to open an account for me at the Bank of Hawaii and to wire money into that account. It’s important to keep transferred amounts pretty low because an excessive amount triggers an automatic notification to federal banking authorities and I certainly didn’t need that kind of scrutiny right now.
I then headed over to the bank to ensure the account had been opened and withdraw some of the funds and make sure that I could access those funds while on Oahu. Of course, the Bank of Hawaii has offices throughout the islands.
By the time I left the bank, it was mid-afternoon. I drove back to the airport, turned in the car, and headed to the Hawaiian Air desk. I was taking a chance on catching a flight up to Oahu on short notice, but there are so many flights each day between the islands that the planes are never full to capacity. Luck was with me. The next scheduled flight was only an hour and a half off. Once there, I could begin to track the whereabouts of Mr. Trane.
After deplaning at Honolulu International Airport, I sought out a public telephone and rang up the Vive Hotel to see if I could secure a room on short notice. The Vive is three blocks from Waikiki beach, making it somewhat out of the way and less likely to be fully booked because most people come to Hawaii to be on the beach. The Vive had received high ratings as a place to stay, and it’s a modern hotel with all the necessary amenities except a restaurant. It was certainly convenient for me, as I had no plans to be spending much time at the beach anyway.
I was fortunate that the hotel was not fully booked so I arranged for an open-ended stay.
I collected my bag and hailed a taxi at the airport entrance. I didn’t feel much like driving right then and I could always book a rental car through the hotel concierge when I felt the need.
It was nearly dusk when the cab dropped me off at the hotel entrance and I have to admit that I was somewhat thankful to be headed for a clean room, a shower, and a soft bed. Today had been pretty hectic and I would definitely be busy tomorrow as I began trying to track Trane.
The hotel has no restaurant and only offers a continental breakfast, so after checking in, I asked that my bag be taken to my room. Then I wandered out onto the street to find something nearby where I could get a bite to eat before calling it a day.
Restaurants abound in this area of Honolulu and I settled on the Seaside Bar and Grill where I could get a grilled Mahimahi and a glass of Chardonnay. Actually, two glasses of Chardonnay. As I said, it had been a hectic day.
When I finally fell into bed after a hot shower I was asleep within minutes despite all the ideas bouncing around in my mind about finding Trane and what I would do when I did find him.