Last Words
"That's a lotta blood," Steve McGarrett observed sagely.
Danny Williams nodded silently.
There was a large pool under the victim, and though there were other small cuts and abrasions, it looked as if most of it had flowed from the wound in his chest.
Their witness, a young man in his twenties, stood defiantly nearby under the watchful eye of Duke.
Steve turned to him. "So, you were inside the restaurant at the window when he died?"
"Yeah, heard and saw the whole thing. So, what?"
Danny broke in, "So, what happened?"
"I dunno. Guy was fightin' with some other dude. Bruddah was yellin', and he goes 'So what'cha gon' do, stab me?' An' the guy did." The kid shrugged. "He ran off an' I figured I better call."
Steve nodded, still staring at the hunting knife protruding from the vic's chest. "Okay, thanks. Duke, get his info." Duke nodded.
He looked back at Danny. The blond smirked as he prepared to make the calls that would clear the crime scene. "Helluva thing, though. Talk about famous last words."
McGarrett scowled. "Yeah. Sucks, huh?" He sighed. Just another day in paradise…
