Did he actually look like Steve was going to thank him for anything?
The irrational idioticness of it all smacks straight through Steve's entire aim to keep this professional, to keep doing the job ad maybe give the man a begrudging pass because there might be another lead, right now, in the manner of a very battered, smuggled little girl, but no. Danny wants his gratitude. For Doran being in a pile of muscles, bones, and meat on the ground, that can't answer a single question about Victor Hesse. Who never even admitted he'd seen the man.
"You just shot my only lead," are the only words that come flying out of Steve's mouth, hard and high. Before he turns to walk steps away. Because arguing about the dead body, and whose fault that dead body is won't save anyone. Won't bring back his dad, and will take up minutes he could be getting closer to Hesse, who needed so little time to get in and out of places.
He didn't have time for this crap. He needed to put together. He needed to have a name, a face, a place. He started talking the details out loud to drown out the crap still spouting behind his back. "These are the same guys who are getting people out of Asia. They could have smuggled Hesse into Hawaii." It had to be. The timeframe was too good. But where were they now. How to find them, when the main link to that was dead on the ground or in the form of a very battered little girl, too.
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Did he actually look like Steve was going to thank him for anything?
The irrational idioticness of it all smacks straight through Steve's entire aim to keep this professional, to keep doing the job ad maybe give the man a begrudging pass because there might be another lead, right now, in the manner of a very battered, smuggled little girl, but no. Danny wants his gratitude. For Doran being in a pile of muscles, bones, and meat on the ground, that can't answer a single question about Victor Hesse. Who never even admitted he'd seen the man.
"You just shot my only lead," are the only words that come flying out of Steve's mouth, hard and high. Before he turns to walk steps away. Because arguing about the dead body, and whose fault that dead body is won't save anyone. Won't bring back his dad, and will take up minutes he could be getting closer to Hesse, who needed so little time to get in and out of places.
He didn't have time for this crap. He needed to put together. He needed to have a name, a face, a place. He started talking the details out loud to drown out the crap still spouting behind his back. "These are the same guys who are getting people out of Asia. They could have smuggled Hesse into Hawaii." It had to be. The timeframe was too good. But where were they now. How to find them, when the main link to that was dead on the ground or in the form of a very battered little girl, too.