Is how to be an obnoxious dick like, Navy SEAL 101? He tosses a glance at the passenger seat, reaches out to take the paper (flash of red light on his wrist, he doesn't look, won't, refuses) and look it over. Nothing new, then. Doran's probably holed up in the same bad little neighborhood well outside the contained sprawl of the city, the shack town they've traced him to before.
If he's not, there are a few other places to try, but Danny shoves the paper back over towards the file Steve's holding without checking to see if Steve's paying attention, takes a hard right towards the highway, out towards where traffic will fall away and the Mustang can eat up miles like inches. Engine opening up, his foot heavy on the gas, mind half on the road and half on the case, with a little niggling corner trying to get him to look at his wrist, to come to terms with the fact that those numbers aren't ever going to move again.
And it's all McGarrett's fault.
(Or Rachel's, for moving them here to begin with, but he already blames her for everything else, just for the sake of variety, he ought to give her a pass on this.)
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If he's not, there are a few other places to try, but Danny shoves the paper back over towards the file Steve's holding without checking to see if Steve's paying attention, takes a hard right towards the highway, out towards where traffic will fall away and the Mustang can eat up miles like inches. Engine opening up, his foot heavy on the gas, mind half on the road and half on the case, with a little niggling corner trying to get him to look at his wrist, to come to terms with the fact that those numbers aren't ever going to move again.
And it's all McGarrett's fault.
(Or Rachel's, for moving them here to begin with, but he already blames her for everything else, just for the sake of variety, he ought to give her a pass on this.)