Down in the elevator we went—me, Pohaku, and Akaku'akanene. Another call from the ex-Ali'i had arranged for a car—a Toyota Elite, as it turned out, gleaming like brushed stainless steel under the lights of the underground parkade. My little entourage piled in—Alana Kono was waiting for us inside—and we were off, howling westward along the semideserted streets.