That haole crack rolls right off Steve, but it lodges and festers in Danny's chest along with all the other times that word has been slung at him. "What, you expecting a crime wave in the gift shop this afternoon?"
He gestures to the room, the emptiness of it, the quiet mid-afternoon lull that he guesses is probably a lot like the mid-morning lull, or the all-freaking-day lull.
Kelly sits back, reconsiders his position, tries another tactic. When he leans forward again, his voice is quiet, but firm. "Look, I can't be a cop anymore."
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"You're busy?"
That haole crack rolls right off Steve, but it lodges and festers in Danny's chest along with all the other times that word has been slung at him. "What, you expecting a crime wave in the gift shop this afternoon?"
He gestures to the room, the emptiness of it, the quiet mid-afternoon lull that he guesses is probably a lot like the mid-morning lull, or the all-freaking-day lull.
Kelly sits back, reconsiders his position, tries another tactic. When he leans forward again, his voice is quiet, but firm. "Look, I can't be a cop anymore."