#Extract from Treachery Times Two by Robert McCaw @RobertBMcCaw #MurderMystery

I’m pleased to share an extract from Robert McCaw’s newly released novel, Treachery Times Two (book 4 in the Koa Kane Hawaiian mysteries) with the kind permission of Oceanview Publishing.



Pele, masquerading as a glassy-haired old woman, wandered the lava trails around the massive smoking volcanic caldera called Kīlauea. Over millennia, her temper tantrums had created the Hawaiian Islands, including Kīlauea and the four other volcanoes that make up the Big Island of Hawaii. Fiercely jealous of Poliahu, her sister deity, the snow goddess of Mauna Kea, and locked in eternal combat with Kamapuaa, the demigod of rain, Peles exploits fueled the oral history of the islands. 

Often called the stone eating woman, shed resided inside Halemaumau, the pit crater within Kīlaueas caldera on the Big Islands southeastern edge. Inside Halemaumau, Peles red-hot lava often bubbled and smoked. Ancient Hawaiians left flowered leis and other tributes to the fiery goddess while Western haoles gifted bottles of gin. Shed quaked and rumbled over the past millennia, but, whether driven by climate change or sheer perversity, Peles sizzling rage had recently spiked to a 200-year high. In ancient times, shed smothered an army of Hawaiian warriors, changing the course of Hawaiian history, and now she sought to teach present-day mortals renewed respect for her awesome powers. 

Over the past month, thousands of earthquakes had rattled Hawaiis Kīlauea caldera and the adjacent tiny village of Volcano, shattering windows, cracking foundations, disrupting utility connections, and spreading concern among its residents. Some with other places to go, had left, but most had lived for years with Kīlaueas dangers and become inured to Peles antics. 

The shaking opened fissures in the nearby Hawaii Belt Road, forcing motorists to slow to a crawl and, at times, closing the artery altogether. Massive cracks surrounding Halemaumau and stretching across the remaining caldera floor warned of Peles continuing anger and foretold calamities to come both near and far. 

At the Jagger Volcano Observatory on the edge of the caldera, its number two volcanologist, stood looking out at the caldera. She was observing the primordial landscape when a monster earthquake rocked the building making it vibrate beneath her feet. Glass shattered. Cracks darted across the concrete floor. Thunderous sounds blasted her ears. She grabbed the edge of a massive worktable for support. The seismometer on her computer screen began bouncing off the chart before her computer suddenly stopped dead. She scanned the scene through the windows, now empty holes devoid of glass, overlooking the caldera and gasped. 

Whole sections of the caldera floor had collapsed, plunging into the abyss created by the withdrawal of magma from the chamber beneath the volcano. Clouds of debris rose like thunderheads. In an instant, the Halemaumau crater doubled in size and depth. The pit that had been a small part of Kīlaueas five-square mile caldera now threatened to swallow it whole. Before the violent shaking could tear the building apart around her, she ran for her life. 

Unbeknownst to anyone near Kīlauea, Peles tentacles snaked out from the crater into a small neglected cemetery less than a half-mile away on the outskirts of Volcano village. The ground rolled and heaved, ancient rock walls crumbled, a giant tree crashed to the ground, and headstones toppled. Cracks appeared across the graveyard and expanded first by the foot and then by the yard. Subterranean forces propelled caskets upward. Boards splintered, and caskets broke open. Cadavers lay exposed. In destroying this sacred ground, Pele unearthed a man-made mystery. 


On the other side of the Big Island, Hilo Chief Detective Koa Kāne stood in a different cemetery, the one behind the old white clapboard church on the edge of Kapaa. He didnt have to hunt for the gravestone he sought. Hed come often over the years and could have found his way blindfolded. After resolving each murder investigation, he always returned to Anthony Hazzards tombstone. Penance for the man hed killed thirty years earlier and solace for the guilt hed suffered in the intervening years required it. 

Hazzards death had been on his mind of late, haunting his nightmares. It was like that for him when an investigation ended. Time buried many mistakes and healed many wounds, but not murder. It was a stain on his soul, one hed carry to his deathbed. 

Putting his hand on Hazzards gravestone, Koa bowed his head and thought of the investigation just ended. Hed found justice for fourteen murdered school children and four of their teachers, just as hed earlier solved the murders of an astronomer and a pair of loners living off the grid. Inadequate recompense for killing Hazzard, those successes did nothing to assuage his guilt. But they still empowered his empathy for murder victims and motivated him to pursue the most challenging cases. He stood for a long moment contemplating his life. 

Turning away from the graveyard, the killer turned cop wondered what new crime would next command his attention and define his quest for atonement. 


Treachery Times Two-1On Hawaii Island, a volcanic earthquake disrupts an abandoned cemetery—unearthing the body of a woman mutilated by her killer to conceal her identity.

The search for her identity leads Hilo Hawaii’s Chief Detective Koa Kane to a mysterious defense contractor with a politically connected board of directors. Defying his chief of police, Koa pursues the killer, only to become entangled in an FBI espionage investigation of Deimos, a powerful secret military weapon. Is the FBI telling all it knows—or does it, too, have a duplicitous agenda?

At the same time, Koa—a cop who thirty years earlier killed his father’s nemesis and covered up the murder—faces exposure by the dead man’s grandson. Koa is forced to investigate his own homicide, and step by step, his cover-up unravels until another man is falsely accused.

Can Koa stand by and let an innocent man pay for his crime?


81B6zHXDy3L._UY200_Robert McCaw grew up in a military family traveling the world. After graduating from Georgetown University, he served as a lieutenant in the US Army before earning his JD degree from the University of Virginia School of Law. Upon graduation from law school he spent a year as a judicial clerk for Supreme Court Justice Hugo L. Black. He practiced law in Washington, DC, and New York City, representing investment banks, lawyers, directors, and other clients in complex civil and criminal cases, including many that generated significant press coverage.

For a number of years, Bob maintained a home on the Big Island of Hawai‘i, studying its history, culture, and peoples. Archaeology and astronomy are among his many interests. In researching his books, he talked story with Hawai‘i County cops and walked the streets where his stories take place. He and his wife live in New York City.

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