After a quiet breakfast, Steve and Kono made their way to the station. They were equally surprised the young college students were on time. The sketch artist was top notch, but it still took over two hours to complete the rendering.
Kono immediately faxed a copy and sent an email to the team box. Calling the office, she got Catherine. "Hey, sister. Check the email. I just sent the sketch of our suspect."
Doing as requested, Cath replied, "Got it. I'll run facial rec. with the DMV and see if we get a match. How's the weather?"
"Cleared up. Steve and I are headed to the airport. We're flying stand-by unless Steve gets too antsy and charters an island hopper. One of us will let you know when leave."
"Sounds good. We'll start working on this from here."
"Let us know if you get a hit and we need to stay here because she's from here."
"Will do," Catherine confirmed. "Have a safe flight."
"Hey, wait," Kono exclaimed as she caught Steve's hand waving, "bossman wants to speak with you." Kono handed her phone over as Steve came closer.
"Hey, Cath, sorry about last night."
"It's okay. Are you ready to admit you're getting older?" she teased.
"Why would I do that?" Steve rumbled.
"Well it seems you need to take a nap before going to bed."
"I'm admitting nothing. Hopefully we'll see you in a couple of hours." Catherine laughed at him.
They made it to the airport to find themselves still on stand-by. They made themselves as comfortable as possible for their wait.
Catherine called her two male teammates to the tech table when the computer binged results of her search.
"What you got," Chin asked, taking in the pictures on the screen.
"We have a hit on the sketch. Came back as Donna Tagomori," she informed them.
"It seems daddy's little girl isn't as perfect as he led us to believe," Danny stated. "All right, get an APB out on her, contact her family, see if they know where she is. Dig deeper in to her background. See if she's got any connection to our dead gun owner. Chin and I will go to her place and visit the Bob Kalani, see if we can rattle his cage."
Catherine started digging. This was the part of police work she found herself liking the most, the gathering of information, the sifting for hidden clues. It reminder her of time with Naval intelligence. Once she got an in, the facts flowed.
Danny and Chin arrived at the museum to find the director had went home to comfort his wife. Mr. Kalani was still on site. The receptionist from their first visit didn't even bother to look up this time, waving them through to the security office.
"Mr. Kalani, it's Detectives Kelly and Williams. We have some more questions to ask you." At the man's grunt, Chin pulled out the picture of Donna Tagomori. "Do you know this woman?"
The guard took the photo from Chin, his eyes going wide with recognition. "Yeah, that's Donna. She's in and out of here all the time. Acts like she owns the place, parading her friends through. She even thinks it's acceptable to come through the employee entrance rather than the front door. But, she's the boss's daughter so what you gonna do? Make her go around? I don't think so."
"Did you ever let her in, Mr. Kalani," Danny questioned gently.
"A couple of times, maybe." Then it dawned on the man. "Is Donna the one who killed those guys?"
"She is a person of interest," Chin confirmed. "Thank you for your time."
The officers left the security guard muttering under his breath about how miserable it was going to be at work when the boss found out that it was his kid who'd stole the painting.
The search warrant for Donna Tagomori's place came through while they were at the museum. The two cops decided to head over immediately. Their suspect lived in a secure apartment building on the outskirts of Honolulu. They didn't know what she did for a living, but she obviously had money. The doorman claimed to have not seen Donna in a week. She'd bragged about going on a weekend adventure to him.
Knocking on the front door, the men announced themselves. They weren't surprised when there wasn't an answer. The superintendent opened the door for them, after close scrutiny of the warrant.
"Wow, all her money must go to paying her rent," Danny exclaimed as he inspected the almost barren unoccupied apartment.
"Danny, come see this," Chin called out from the kitchen. When Danny joined him, he continued, pointing to various items on the table, "We got a list of the items in the museum and their worth and a whole bunch of books on "perfect" crimes."
"Well, seems like we have the right place. I'm gonna take a closer look at the bedroom. Let's get a uni to sit on this place. She if she comes home," Danny said.
Chin was already dialing. Danny carefully picked his way down the hall to the bedroom. The main part resulted in nothing of interest, but the closet...jackpot!
Chin coughed as he approached the room to alert Danny of his presences. Danny pulled himself from the closet, holding a 9mm Smith & Wesson. "Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we have the proverbial smoking gun."
Chin shook his head sadly. "I'll call CSU."
By four o'clock, the entire team was gathered again at the tech table in the main room. The odds were even as to who was more irritable, Kono or Steve. The flight back had been less than wonderful.
"Okay, Cath, bring us up to date," Steve instructed.
Catherine cleared her throat and took command of the room. "Donna Tagomori age twenty. Family hasn't seen her since Sunday afternoon. They say she doesn't have any friends but did give me a few places she likes to hang out. Since September she has chartered no less than thirty flights to Hilo. Her current proposed thesis is The Perfect Crime. The murder weapon is registered to Kim Dae Yung who just so happens to be Donna's godfather. She was the sole recipient of his personal effects."
"Now we need to find her," Chin said.
"The APB is out. Maybe we'll get a hit," Catherine said.
"It's late. Everyone head home. We'll pick things up in the morning. If we get nothing from the APB, we'll start visiting the haunts. For now, clear out," Steve ordered.
Catherine followed Steve into his office. "What do you say I grab some take out and we crash on the couch with a movie?"
Steve rolled his shoulders, grimacing with the tension. "I really need to stretch out. That plane ride was a killer. I'm going to run Koko Head. If you want to wait, I can grab something and bring it home after."
"No, that's okay. I'll grab something and you can reheat it when you get back. Maybe I can give you a massage afterwards."
Steve grinned. "That sounds like a plan." With a quick kiss, he left her to lock up the office.
Not knowing how long it would take to get Arianna's stuff moved, Steve grabbed a fast snack before heading for the docks. He arrived as Arianna was getting out of a full size man along with two guys and another woman. They were laughing and Arianna pushed one in the shoulder in jest.
Steve pulled up and got out of the truck when his daughter spotted him. "Steve, come over and meet my friends." Grabbing his arm, she dragged him over to stand near a container and the three people she was with. "Steve, this is Sharon, Doug and Jim. Guys, this is Steve McGarrett, an old friend of my mom's."
Steve shook hands with the others and figured out that while Sharon and Doug could fluently sign only Jim was hearing impaired. Arianna, bouncing with excitement, motioned to the container. "Let's get this thing unloaded. The furniture and my bike are in the front and the boxes are in the back. Steve, why don't you back up to the doors. It'll make it easier to load. Then we can switch with the van and load the boxes."
Everyone knew a good plan when they heard one. By the time the vehicles were shuffled around, Arianna had the shipping container opened and was inspecting the contents. Sharon was the designated traffic controller and stopped Steve when the bed was even with the door frame.
Steve managed to squeeze himself between the two objects to join the others inside. Looking around, he saw the hope chest and book case lashed to the walls, a dust covered, large object lashed to the opposite wall and the dozen or so boxes Arianna had told him about. Assessing the situation, Steve set out a plan of attack, "Let's get these loaded. We can secure the bookshelf to the tool box and the chest should sit right inside the tailgate. Where's the bike. It'll fit between the wheel wells and we can cover it with a blanket so it won't scratch the furniture."
Arianna and Sharon giggled. The two guys stared at him in awe. Arianna was the first to recover, "Remember he's military," she said as if that explained everything, which it must have because the others recovered and moved to do his bidding.
Arianna continued, "The bike's too big to fit in the truck. I'll ride it home." As she was talking, she walked over to the mystery object to pull the cover off.
Occupied loading the bookshelf and securing it, Steve didn't process her words until he jumped down from the bed. "What do you mean it won't fit?" is what he got out before he spotted the item in question, a beautiful blue and chrome Harley Davidson motorcycle.
Arianna caught his expression. "You like it?" she asked tentatively.
"Um, uh, yeah. Not the bike I was expecting though. I need to remember to ask you for details all the time, don't I," he answered.
"I'll give them to you back at the house. Let's get going," she chuckled.
The group quickly had everything packed into the two cars. Arianna grabbed a gasoline can from the back of the van after she'd dug through one box to pull out a full face helmet, painted eye searing orange with two black Celtic symbols on it. Steve shook his head in resignation. He couldn't blame his first grey hairs on his kid, but he could the many he'd acquired in the last two weeks.
The remaining moving process went smoothly except for the small argument between Arianna and Jim over him riding back to the house with her on the bike. She didn't have an extra helmet and she wouldn't budge. Steve decided grown men sulking wasn't a pretty sight.
Steve agreed to follow her to her place for a couple of reasons, one because she'd asked him to incase she broke down and two, he wanted to observe her riding skills. She maneuvered the bike through Honolulu traffic with ease and confidence. He made a mental note to ask Chin for a recommendation for a decent bike rental place so they could go riding together.
At the house they got the furniture and boxes inside with ease. Arianna had everything put in the spare room which Steve noticed she'd cleared out and cleaned in the last few days. The place looked nice, if a tad sparse and impersonal. Maybe what they picked up tonight would help make the house look like a home. Steve notice the new monitoring system, but as far as he could tell, there wasn't any security portion. He knew enough not to bring the topic up in front of her friends so he shelved it for later.
"Hey, we've got pizza on the way. You wanna stay and have some with us? I have to warn you, all I have to drink is water," Arianna asked him.
Steve was delighted she extended the invite. After the last few days, he'd fully expected to have to work through a cool period. Apparently all truly was forgiven. "You got one with ham and pineapple?"
"Of course. Wouldn't be a pizza without it," she answered cheerfully.
"Don't let Danny hear you say that unless you have an hour or so for his rebuttal."
The conversation flowed easily as the younger ones took turns telling Steve about the antics of his daughter in her youth. They, along with Jim's wife Ellie, had all known her since she was little and by coincidence, Sharon and Doug had lived in Hawaii but had also moved to Seattle in their teens. The group had managed to stay friends.
Arianna had regaled him with the tale of her beloved 2010 Harley Sportster Iron 883. It had been a custom order bike by one of Jenny's friends. The guy had moved in with Arianna and her mom but he'd turned out to be a jerk. He'd signed the bike over to Arianna in lieu of the rent payments and then took off for parts unknown. She doubled checked to make sure the bike wasn't 'hot' and fully paid for, then she welcomed it with eager arms. Despite the expense, she'd had it shipped because it was her pride and joy.
Steve noticed the time when the other's started making noise about leaving. Catherine was going to kill him. Kissing her cheek, he made Arianna promise to call him tomorrow and let him know how her first day went. He took his leave with the others.
Catherine greeted him at the door. "I was starting to worry. It's dark and you weren't answering your phone."
"Yeah, sorry about that. My phone died and I haven't had a chance to charge it. I decided to go for a drive rather than run. I forgot I didn't have my track shoes," he explained.
"Oh. Well, are you hungry? I've got the leftovers plated, ready to heat."
"Thanks, but I'm not really hungry. I'm going to hit the shower. I smell like a crowded airplane," he answered.
"Okay, well. I'll lock up and be up in a little while."
She let out a squeal when Steve grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to nuzzle her ear. "You know, I wouldn't be adverse to having company in the shower."
Cath sank into the embrace, a smile tugging at her lips. "I'm pretty sure I know of someone who might be willing to join you."
"Oh, you do, do you? Be sure to tell her I have a girlfriend."
Swatting at his questing hands, she pulled away. "Who said it was a she?" Cath teased as she went to secure the house for the night. They made excellent use of the large hot water heater.