Steve is not sure which thing really makes him glance to the left more. The use of the word buddy, when it's probably the least insulting choice Danny's picked so far, or the fact that Danny continues to take five hundred words, with four examples of why, to ask what could easily be asked in one sentence. But he didn't miss the part where Danny, seemingly, is not done with this partnership entirely, and he can call that a win.
Someone got their face in the dirt, someone else got hit, and they might make it through this without someone dying.
But he's being, if way too wordy, reasonable, Steve supposes. He always liked to get on the ground with as much information as possible. It might have only been a few questions on Doran but he already had the file. Danny had nothing on Chin, and admittedly less on understanding this island than most haole's had at six months. But it wasn't the worst request. It was probably actually the first really worthy one.
It wasn't even annoying or insulting or overreaching by anyway, and if Chin Ho Kelly got anything anywhere in his Dad's file it was probably only as a footnote. One of dozens of rookies his dad had trained through the years. His Dad, the good cop, with a soft, but firm touch where it came to training and welcoming people in. The kind of cop people never even remembered was haole-skinned because he did his job so well. Not that his family had seen anything of that man in decades.
"Chin Ho Kelly." Steve pushed out the name, to push away that last thought. "He was trained by my Dad, but he's off the force now." That much he knew was true. Given the uniform. Unless it was a secondary job. But it was an odd choice if it was one. "He's local, and he's unattached, which means he might have his ear to the ground still, and know where we can find intel on the smugglers."
The less official the better. The less chance that somehow Hesse might catch wind of Steve coming for him.
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Someone got their face in the dirt, someone else got hit, and they might make it through this without someone dying.
But he's being, if way too wordy, reasonable, Steve supposes. He always liked to get on the ground with as much information as possible. It might have only been a few questions on Doran but he already had the file. Danny had nothing on Chin, and admittedly less on understanding this island than most haole's had at six months. But it wasn't the worst request. It was probably actually the first really worthy one.
It wasn't even annoying or insulting or overreaching by anyway, and if Chin Ho Kelly got anything anywhere in his Dad's file it was probably only as a footnote. One of dozens of rookies his dad had trained through the years. His Dad, the good cop, with a soft, but firm touch where it came to training and welcoming people in. The kind of cop people never even remembered was haole-skinned because he did his job so well. Not that his family had seen anything of that man in decades.
"Chin Ho Kelly." Steve pushed out the name, to push away that last thought. "He was trained by my Dad, but he's off the force now." That much he knew was true. Given the uniform. Unless it was a secondary job. But it was an odd choice if it was one. "He's local, and he's unattached, which means he might have his ear to the ground still, and know where we can find intel on the smugglers."
The less official the better. The less chance that somehow Hesse might catch wind of Steve coming for him.