He's been listening with his arms crossed on the table, but now he interjects. "Okay, well, we need a name."
That's why they're here, because he's too new and Steve's too out of touch to have any idea who might be running this kind of racket on the island, but Chin Ho Kelly just laughs. It's not bitter, but it is self-effacing, and Danny's eyebrows furrow as he watches him.
"What, are you kidding?" The humor doesn't last long, as Chin spreads his hands beneath the table, glances down at himself, sardonic. "Look at me -- I'm a rubber gun, now."
"Come on." Danny's reaching a little across the table, coaxing and disbelieving all at once. "You were on the force for fifteen years."
So he must know someone. Must know the patterns, the people, the names. Meka, in that brief conversation, had said Chin Ho Kelly was one of the best they'd had, before everything went to hell for him, and Danny's not in the habit of calling Meka a liar.
Chin's laughter is gone; he's looking away, expression closed off and distant, but he wants to help. Danny knows it, can feel it, because it's the same thing he'd do, if he were kicked off the force. It wouldn't change wanting to be a force for good in the world, to save the kids like Chen Chi and put down the dogs who think they can make the rules. "Okay, look," he says, finally, reluctant. "I know a guy who's got ties to that world."
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He's been listening with his arms crossed on the table, but now he interjects. "Okay, well, we need a name."
That's why they're here, because he's too new and Steve's too out of touch to have any idea who might be running this kind of racket on the island, but Chin Ho Kelly just laughs. It's not bitter, but it is self-effacing, and Danny's eyebrows furrow as he watches him.
"What, are you kidding?" The humor doesn't last long, as Chin spreads his hands beneath the table, glances down at himself, sardonic. "Look at me -- I'm a rubber gun, now."
"Come on." Danny's reaching a little across the table, coaxing and disbelieving all at once. "You were on the force for fifteen years."
So he must know someone. Must know the patterns, the people, the names. Meka, in that brief conversation, had said Chin Ho Kelly was one of the best they'd had, before everything went to hell for him, and Danny's not in the habit of calling Meka a liar.
Chin's laughter is gone; he's looking away, expression closed off and distant, but he wants to help. Danny knows it, can feel it, because it's the same thing he'd do, if he were kicked off the force. It wouldn't change wanting to be a force for good in the world, to save the kids like Chen Chi and put down the dogs who think they can make the rules. "Okay, look," he says, finally, reluctant. "I know a guy who's got ties to that world."