TWILLY HELD HIS HANDS in the air. He said, “Thank God you showed up, Sergeant. I was trying to stop her, but your friend was determined to kill herself.”

  I pulled Yuki into my arms. The smell of gunpowder was in the air, but there was no blood, no wound. Her shot had gone wild.

  “Yuki. I’m here, honey, I’m here.”

  She moaned, sounded and looked dopey. There was no liquor on her breath. Had she been drugged?

  “What’s wrong with her?” I shouted at Twilly. “What did you do to her?”

  “Not a thing,” Twilly said. “This is how I found her.”

  “You’re under arrest, scumbag,” Conklin said. “Hands behind your back.”

  “What are the charges, if you don’t mind me asking?”

  “How do you like attempted murder for starters?”

  “You’ve got to be kidding. I didn’t touch her.”

  “Yuki was wired, buddy. You teed her up for a dive off this cliff. We’ve got it all.”

  Conklin squeezed the bracelets tight enough to make Twilly yelp. I called for a medevac, sat with my arms around Yuki as we waited for the chopper to arrive.

  “Lindsay?” Yuki asked me. “I got it . . . on my watch . . . didn’t I?”

  “You sure did, honey,” I said, hugging my friend............