Steve strode purposefully down the hall of HPD with Chin trailing behind. They were on their way to speak to Nate and Shane, and Steve wasn't in the mood to be nice. Not that he usually was with suspects, but after talking to Doctor Lee that morning and finding out that Danny's condition had not improved over night and he was still in ICU, Steve was feeling less charitable than usual.
Duke let them into the interrogation room, "Officer Robertson will stay here in case you need him. When you're done with them, he can let me know."
"Thanks, Duke," Steve glared at the two suspects as he walked in. "If there's anything left of them when I'm done."
The two suspects were seated behind an ordinary rectangular table which was bolted to the floor, hands cuffed in front of them. Nate looked nervous and defeated while Shane looked smug and defiant.
Steve stood in front of them, glaring down at them for a full minute. Nate squirmed even more under his intense gaze while Shane continued to be indifferent. Finally, he put his hands on the table in front of Shane and leaned down to glare at him, "I bet you're the one that shot my partner. And when the lab gets done testing them, I will also bet that it's your boot print that is on my partner's flesh. You are lucky he was unconscious when you did that or you'd be in traction right now. You're damn lucky I wasn't there or you'd be in the morgue right now."
Nate whimpered and failed to meet the gaze of anyone in the room while trying to shrink into the floor. He was sure that the tall man's anger would be directed at him next.
Steve slammed his fist on the table, "We're still adding up all the charges, but I'm gonna make sure you go down for all of them. No deals. I'm pretty sure that assault on an officer, attempted murder of an officer, hijacking, kidnapping and whatever else we add up is going to put you away for a long time." Steve glanced over at Robertson, "Take him away before I do something I might not regret."
As Robertson grabbed Shane by the arm and led him towards the door, Shane looked over at Nate and glared, "Don't tell them nothin', Bro. You keep your mouth shut, you hear me? If you sell me out, I will kill you! Do you hear me? I will kill you!"
"And the charges keep racking up," Chin muttered and turned to Shane. "You really need to close your mouth now."
As the door closed behind Robertson and his still shouting prisoner, Nate gulped and looked fearfully at Steve who was still glowering at him, "I'll tell you whatever you want to know, man. It was all Shane's idea. He wanted to steal the pahoa and sell it back to the museum..."
"Whoa," Chin held up a hand and interrupted his rambling. "You wanted to steal the pahoa and then sell it back to the museum? How, exactly, did you think that would work?"
Nate shrugged, "Shane said we'd steal it and then in a few days we'd call the museum and tell them we had found it and sell it back to them. We'd be rich."
Chin and Steve stared at each other for a moment. Steve leaned down on the table again, "You were just going to sell it back to them? And you thought that would work?"
"Well, yeah," Nate shrugged. "They'd be happy to have it back and give us a big reward or something. We didn't mean to hijack the plane and crash it or anything like that. Shane, well, he just got flustered when that cop intervened and it just went downhill after he shot him..."
Steve launched himself away from the table, "Unbelievable! Chin, get his statement. I'm leaving before I show him how quickly things can go downhill. I want everything written down starting with their cockamamie scheme to steal the museum's property and then sell it back to them. I'll be at the hospital if you need me." Steve stormed out, utterly disgusted with the entire situation causing his partner and friend to be in the hospital fighting for his life.
I know a lot of you wanted to have Steve rough up the idiot suspects, but in this case, it didn't seem very fitting so you'll have to settle for him being annoyed and exasperated with them. Hope everyone had a great 4th.