‘I can assure you, one hundred percent. Right now, I have no doubts. If that changes you’ll be the first to know.’
‘OK.’
Matt looked at Aimee blankly.
‘OK what?’ he asked.
‘OK, I’m going to really think about it. I’ll look into transferring my studies. I’ll talk with my parents, get advice from friends, and if it all pans out right I’ll come to the UK.’ She paused. ‘But if I come it’s the real deal, a serious commitment, are you prepared for that?’
‘Aimee,’ Matt said, grabbing her hand, finally making the first move. ‘If you come out to England to be with me, for us, I’d marry you.’
‘You’ve only known me a few weeks!’
‘I knew the day we met.’
Aimee said nothing. She reached over and ran a finger down his cheek. Then, leaning in to him, her lips met with his in what was the most beautiful kiss Matt had ever experienced. The kayakers and the seals all vanished into the background. All that Matt could see now was a restored lighthouse, a rose garden, Aimee and their child running towards him.
Snap out of it Matt, she has to decide to come first. Just enjoy the bloody kiss.
And he did.
* * *
With dinner out of the way, and a good dinner it was too, it was time to go back to Otakau Marae and see if they could find someone to talk too. Matt led the way to the marae’s buildings and could fairly quickly see that there was no one about.
‘Let’s try that house again. Maybe someone is home and they can help,’ he suggested.
They walked the few steps to the neighbouring green weatherboard house and knocked on the door. There were sounds of movement, banging, and the shuffling of feet. They waited. Eventually, the door was opened by a beautiful old Maori woman. She stood a good forty centimetres shorter than Matthew. Yet she had the look of someone that could run rings around the best of them.
‘Good evening,’ Matthew said. ‘I hope we aren’t disturbing you.’
‘What are you lot doing here?’ The woman
asked,
her voice impatient and angry. ‘It isn’t even Saturday for God’s sakes. How many times do I have to tell you religious lot that I ain’t interested?’
The door was closing in a swift movement. Aimee blurted out her words just before it met the frame.
‘We aren’t
religious,
we’re interested in the marae!’
The door opened slightly.
‘The marae, you say?’
‘Yes,’ Aimee said. ‘I’m from Auckland and my friend is British. We saw the beautiful marae on our way out to the Albatross place and just had to ask about it.’
The door opened fully.
‘Why didn’t you say so? Come in, come in.’ She stood aside and waved her arm to show them into the hall.
‘Why didn’t you stop by earlier?
More light
, you would have seen more when I give you the tour.’
‘You’ll give us a tour?’ Matt said, trying to sound like an excited tourist, but most likely failing miserably. ‘That’s great, thanks.’
‘We tried, but no one was home.’ Aimee answered.
‘I was here all day,’ the lady said, looking confused. ‘Oh... it must have been when I was up the back picking wild berries for my pudding. My name’s May, anyway.’
The introduction round followed and small talk about a holiday in New Zealand was discussed. It seemed they were going along with this plot. Maybe Aimee figured it would go down better with May if they don’t mention their real reason for interest in the marae.
‘You best come and have a look around the place before it starts getting dark,’ May said, leading them out of the house.
The tour was thorough. May
knew
every part of the marae as if she was born there. Turned out she was. During the next hour they learned about the meaning of the carvings on the church and the meeting house. They looked at a blue stone in the church wall and heard how it had been removed from the first white man’s house of the area. Aimee was interested to hear that the Treaty of Waitangi was signed by two of the local chiefs on a ship just off-shore. Despite having not intended to get the grand tour, Matt thoroughly enjoyed it and was not at all impatient to get to the point of their visit. But when the opportunity presented itself, he jumped for the chance.
‘You said the first building on the marae was the old church, and that it was built in 1864. Did your people live on the peninsula before then?’
‘Of course, there
was
many villages all over Muaupoko, our name for the peninsula.’
‘Was everyone who lived among you from just your tribe? Or did different groups live together?’
‘What do you mean exactly?’ May asked, looking a little more serious now.
‘We heard from some Kaumatua that there were stories of white people living on Muaupoko long before Cook arrived,’ Aimee answered. She managed to be tactful even with that information.
May laughed. ‘Oh, them, that wasn’t on Muaupoko.’
‘It wasn’t?’ Matt was shattered.
‘Nah.’
She
laughed again and pointed over Matt’s shoulder, towards the harbour. ‘That was over there, over past Port Chalmers, down at Murdering Beach.’
‘Murdering Beach? Who was murdered?’
‘Some Pakehas, back in the early 1800s.
They were sealers.
‘Oh.’
‘They’re not your Pakehas though. The ones you’re on about are the ones from way back. I know the story well. Koro told me all about them. They must have been there too,
cause
Koro never lied.’
‘Koro?’
Matt asked, feeling dumber every minute.
‘Grandfather,’ Aimee answered, garnering a smile from May. ‘And they had a cave there? We heard that they married into the tribe and all.’
‘Don’t know anything about a cave,’ May said, looking curious. ‘Why are you so interested?’
CHAPTER 43‘Just fascinated,’ Matt answered, half truthfully. He was fascinated. He could see that May wasn’t someone to
lie,
she really didn’t know anything about a cave. But Matawai and Andrew were sure about that part of the history, just their location was wrong. Now, with the two pieces of information, Matt really felt like he had something to go on. Tomorrow, they would go and find this Murdering Beach and they would search for the cave. Who knew what adventure the new day could bring?
Hemi decided that Warren had broken his promise. Despite being on the lookout all day, Hemi hadn’t seen Warren anywhere as he trotted around all over the Otago Peninsula in the wake of Matt and Aimee. He had only been back in his motel room for about ten minutes when there was a knock on his door. He walked over to the peephole and peered through.
Bastard keeps his word
, Hemi thought as he opened the door and greeted Warren. The two of them sat at the little two-seat breakfast table and exchanged stares. Warren spoke first.
‘I’m a bit disappointed with your work, but we’re not going to let that get in the way of our mission. Tomorrow we’ll follow Matthew Cameron together.’
‘No problem’ Hemi answered, caught off-guard by Warren’s friendliness.
‘Do you know where they’re going?’
‘They questioned a local woman over at the Otakau Marae today. She mentioned Murdering Beach to them. According to the information I got from her after they left, they had been particularly interested in finding a cave over there.’
‘A cave, huh?
Doesn’t really strike up images of Spanish.
Maybe of cave-dwelling Celts though.’
Hemi thought he detected a twinge of amusement in Warren’s voice.
‘Ah yeah, anything’s possible I guess.’ he said.
Anything to keep his thoughts away from the Spanish investigation.
Warren seemed to really hate the whole scenario any time it went down that road.
‘I don’t expect they will head out there tonight though,’ Warren said. ‘So we can settle for a quiet film or something and then we’ll track them from a little bit behind in the morning. Unlike you, I don’t want them to know we’re following them until the time is right.’
‘Alright,’ Hemi answered, feeling a little uncomfortable about sitting down for a film with the man responsible for his father’s death. But if he could discover anything incriminating about Warren, it would be worth it. ‘Should I go get us a feed? Some KFC sound good to you?’
‘KFC will be perfect, my shout though.’
Hemi watched as Warren pulled his jacket back slightly, reaching in to take his wallet from the inside pocket. In doing so, Warren inadvertently gave Hemi a clear look at the concealed handgun that he was carrying. Hemi did a double-take. He looked at Warren’s eyes, they weren’t watching him. Hemi decided that Warren didn’t know he had seen the gun. That was lucky. Warren continued to take thirty dollars out of his wallet and pass it to Hemi, asking for a Works Burger, chips, and gravy. Hemi confirmed the order and went into the bedroom to grab his keys and the bathroom for a quick piss. He used the opportunity to collect his thoughts.
Shit. The bastard’s got a gun. This situation is getting way out of hand. What if he intends to use it? I need to warn them.
Hemi washed his hands. He wanted to wash his hands of Warren too. He would. He had too.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow he would sort this situation out once and for all.
‘See you in a half hour or so,’ Hemi said as nonchalantly as possible, walking through the main room of the unit. The noise of the TV already filled the air. He closed the door behind him and got in the car. Right, KFC it is, but first things first. Hemi drove out of the motel car-park and about one hundred metres up the road before pulling over and parking again. He pulled his mobile from his pocket and dialled a number that he had never used before, the emergency line to the NISO.
* * *
Matt’s phone vibrated, causing his ass to lift two inches off the sofa. The ringing noise wasn’t so bad, but the vibration got him every bloody time. He checked the number that was displayed on the screen, but didn’t recognise it. Someone in New Zealand though, he shrugged at Aimee and accepted the call.
‘Matthew Cameron,’ he said.
‘Hi Matt!’
‘Oh, Warren.
Hi, how are you?’ Matt blurted the words out in his excitement. He had completely forgotten to make contact for the last few days.
‘I’m good, mate. How are you going down there? Been to the beach? Enjoying sunny Nelson?’
God, Matt had neglected Warren. He didn’t even know they weren’t in Nelson anymore.
‘Actually, the beach is kind of a no-go zone where we are.’ Matt said light-heartedly, hoping he wasn’t going to upset his friend by his interest in his father’s investigation.
Oh God, you haven’t even told Warren about your father’s death.
‘Where are you then?’ Warren chuckled.
‘Invercargill?’
‘Not quite, but close enough. We’re in Dunedin.’
‘Dunedin! What on earth would inspire you to waste your time on that town?’
‘What? It’s beautiful. So far, if I had to choose somewhere to live in New Zealand, it would be a fight between Dunedin and Nelson.’
‘I’m just teasing. Us Aucklanders can’t admit to liking a place like Dunedin. So what’s going on there that warrants your attention?’
Matt explained to Warren what had happened at his father’s house. Warren sounded interested and asked lots of questions and was even able to fill in a few details for Matt surrounding oral histories and the Spanish helmet. Then Matt broke the news about his father.