The Pearl Harbor Murders by Max Allan Collins Read Free Book Online Page B

damn about fiction writing—I want to get in the thick of it, and write about what's really going on."
    "Ed," Fielder said, smiling, exhaling smoke, "what the hell do you want to fool with that nonsense for? A man of your reputation, a man your age ..."
    "An old fart, you mean. A hundred bucks says I can do more sit-ups than you—right here, right now."
    Fielder laughed, a little. "And here I always thought you talked that way because you were drinking."
    "Well, I have had a little wine—but come on, Wooch... you can hook me up, you can wrangle me that card. I want to see some action."
    "Let's wait till there's some action to see, why don't we?"
    Over to their left, in the flicker of torchlight, standing near one of the bungalows which was draped in purple and rose-colored bougainvillea, General Short was engaged in a smiling conversation with Morimura of the Japanese Consulate. Mrs. Short, in a floral muumuu, was at the general's side, and a pretty Oriental girl, with contemporary makeup and hairstyle but wearing a kimono, was on Morimura's arm. Everyone had cocktails in hand.
    "What's the story on the toothy little Jap diplomat?" Burroughs asked Fielder.
    "If that pipsqueak is all Tojo has in store for us,"
    Fielder said, snorting a laugh, "we don't have much to worry about. Intelligence clears him—inexperienced, doesn't show up on any list of attachÈs."
    "Why is the brass so friendly with him?"
    "What's the harm? Morimura spends most of his days playing golf, and his nights in nightclubs and restaurants. He drinks heavily, and I understand practically lives at the Shuncho-ro."
    That was a well-known teahouse on Alawa Heights overlooking Honolulu.
    "Well, hell, Wooch—that would give the little bastard a ringside view of Pearl Harbor, and Hickam Field to boot."
    "The only view that amiable buffoon is interested in is the teahouse girls, like that one he escorted here, tonight. He's taken half the geishas in Honolulu on glass-bottom boat rides around Pearl Harbor."
    "Sounds to me like he makes a habit out of socializing around battleships."
    Fielder gestured with his cocktail in hand, sighed smoke. "Ed, a certain amount of espionage is to be expected. How can we keep the Japanese consulate from studying local newspapers, and listening to local radio broadcasts? ... As for the ships in Pearl Harbor, all a 'spy' has to do is perch someplace and watch. It's legal—we do the same damn thing to them."
    Arching an eyebrow, Burroughs said, "You'll notice that smiling, sociable Mr. Morimura keeps bis distance from our German friend, Mr. Kuhn."
    "Your point being, what? That they're in league, helping each other spy? Those playboy clowns?"
    The writer shook his head. "You don't read enough pulp fiction, Wooch—ever hear of the Scarlet Pimpernel, or Zorro?"
    "Kuhn and Morimura are harmless fools—not that I don't agree with you, Ed, that all this... fraternization ... is unsettling."
    And with that statement, Wooch Fielder's expression shifted, or had Burroughs simply not noticed the anxiety in the man's narrow eyes?
    The colonel moved near Burroughs, his manner more intimate, his tone a near whisper. "Ed, your son and my son are close ... as close as we are."
    "I'd say so."
    "Would you ask Hully if he's heard anything about Bill and that... that little Japanese singer?"
    Burroughs, who knew damn well Bill Fielder had been dating Pearl Harada, said only, "Be glad to check."
    “This morning, I had an anonymous call to that effect. ... I don't usually pay much heed to such things, but... Christ, Ed, you don't think Bill could be that foolish, do you?"
    With General Short visible in laughing conversation with the Japanese vice consul, Burroughs said, "Wooch, she's a pretty girl. If you were young and healthy, would you think about politics, or that Hedy Lamarr face and figure?"
    Fielder drew on the cigarette, nodded, dropped the spent butt to the grass and heeled it out. "I think I'll peek in there and see for myself. Bill and