Here's the next installment! A big thank you to all my readers and reviewers. This chapter may have some verb tense or spelling errors. It's a bit longer than most of my chapters and consists a lot of dialogue.

Chapter 14

Steve saw both of the intruder's hands gripping the window ledge which meant he was presently unarmed. Stowing away his piece back in its holster, he rushed at the fleeing figure who scrambled frantically through the open window. The detective seized the intruder by the scuff of his baggy shirt and dragged him back through the window. He appeared to be a young man with dark unkempt hair. A boot smashed into his face and for the briefest moment Steve recoiled from the blow disoriented. Blood spurted from his nose but before the offender could wriggle his way out the window again, he pounced onto the young man's back. He brought his arm across the struggling man's throat and applied enough pressure using his forearm to subdue him. The head of Five' O increased the pressure as he pulled the man back away from the window, then kicked his captive's legs from under him. As the man's knees buckled forward Steve released the choke hold and shoved him onto the floor. Using both hands he had him firmly pinned face down on the kitchen tiles. Not wasting any time, Steve twisted the man's right arm behind him and pressed his knee into the small of his back. The detective drew out a pair of handcuffs. One hand still restraining the prisoner, he used the other to apply the cuffs. Once both the young man's wrists were cuffed behind him, Steve removed his knee from his back and pulled him to his feet breathlessly. "You are under arrest!" The detective read the restrained culprit his rights then frisked him, searching for any concealed weapons. Clean. Finding the man's wallet in his jeans pocket, Steve discovered the man's identification. A creased driver's license with a photo of its bearer was tucked in the clear sleeve of the tattered wallet. Sam Greenfield, 23 years old, lives on Kahala Avenue.

"Let's talk," Steve marched Sam to Dan's living room.

"Sit," Steve shoved the man on to the sofa then paced in front of him.

"You care to explain this to me, sonny?" Steve wiped the blood off his face with his handkerchief.

Sam spat at Steve's feet and smirked at the disgusted detective. Steve shook his head then he picked up Dan's phone and called Dispatch. "Central. McGarrett Five' O. Patch me through to Ben Kokua," Steve waited for Ben to respond.

"Kokua"

"Ben there's been a break and enter at Danno's apartment. Bring all the man power you need. I want all prints lifted. And organize a maintenance crew to put the place back together," Steve's eyes never left his prisoner as he relayed his instructions to Ben.

"Got it Steve,"

"I also need a complete run down on Sam Greenfield. Male. Caucasian. Age 23. Lives on 2243 Kahala Avenue. Apprehended at the scene,"

"I'll get right on it Steve,"

Steve hung up the phone and turned his attention back to Sam Greenfield. "Let's go," Steve pulled the suspect to his feet and headed out of Dan's apartment.

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"I'll ask you again. What were you doing in Williams' apartment?" Steve's patience was growing dangerously thin. He leaned with his back against his desk in front of the seated detained man who remained silent. A smug expression plastered on his face. Steve had just received a detailed rap sheet of the young man from HPD officer Ben Kokua. Sam Greenfield's juvenile record dated back to when he was just 13 years old. Shop lifting, hot wiring cars, assault, vandalism, disorderly behaviour whilst under the influence and the list went on.

"Steve you better take a look at these. HPD found them in Bertolli's safe," Chin Ho Kelly appeared at the door holding an A4 size envelope in both hands.

Steve motioned for the senior detective to enter the room and held out his hand for the package. Chin complied and handed his boss the envelope who flipped it open and pulled out the contents. A collection of professional photographs came free. Steve studied each photo he held, placing one beneath the other in turn. The first image showed what looked like three youths entering a navy blue '64 Mustang parked at a gas station. The next four photos were zoomed in images of each of the youths and the driver of the vehicle. Steve's eyes lingered on the second photo. The image of Sam Greenfield looked back at him. Towards the end of the collection the photos were taken of the occupants putting something over their heads. Stockings? Steve recognized the area where the vehicle was parked. It was right outside Akura Tamayashi's Antique Jewellery Store. The last two photos showed the youths getting out of the car and entering the premises, followed by the final shot taken of the same youths carrying calico bags and black cases, leaving the shop. One of the youths was carrying a small black undistinguishable object. A gun?

"Take a good look at this photo here, Sam," Steve shuffled the photos until he came across the one he thought was significant.

Sam's smugness disappeared as he looked at the mirror image of himself in the photo that the detective was holding up in front of him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and swallowed.

"You do understand the predicament you're in? I'm charging you with attempted murder, armed robbery, assault with a deadly weapon and break and entering." Steve returned the photo back to the pile he placed on his desk.

"Attempted murder?" Sam's eyes widened in fear.

"Unless Mr Tamayashi dies then the charges will change to first degree murder. I'm going to lay it out to you nice and straight. Mr Tamayashi was shot at point blank range in the chest. The bullet hit his heart. He's in a coma on life support and there's every likely hood he won't make it," Steve could see Sam sweating where he sat.

"I didn't shoot him! I was out the back when…" Sam's voice broke off as he realised he'd just implicated himself to the robbery.

"Tell me what happened," Steve said slowly keeping his voice steady.

"If I tell you, man, you gotta put a word in to the judge for me. If I turn state's evidence -"

"No deals! No deals Sam. I can put in a good word to the judge if you cooperate right now. He may give you a lesser sentence but you'll still be an accessory to the fact which means instead of life imprisonment, you may get 20 to 30 years. Take it or leave it. We don't need your testimony. We already have all the proof we need. If you didn't pull that trigger you better tells us who did. If you don't, once this goes before the judge and jury, you'll all be sentenced with the same penalty," Steve could see he had the young man cornered. He picked up the photograph of one of the youths and held it up to clarify his point to Sam.

"Michael." Sam started but Steve held a finger up to stop him.

"Are you making an official statement of your own free will, Sam?" Steve walked behind his desk, sat down and reached for the recording button to tape the interview.

"Yes I'm making a statement of my own free will," Sam's voice lowered with each syllable.

"Ok. Loud and clear. We need to be able to hear you," Steve pressed the red button.

"Michael Haines gun wasn't loaded. Jarod must've shot the old man. I was out back emptying the safe. We knew the old man lived upstairs so when we busted in and he came down, Jarod threatened to kill him unless he opened the safe. After he …can I have a glass of water?" Sam croaked, the tough exterior he wore during his arrest was nothing but a pretence.

Steve pressed the intercom button at his desk, "Jenny can you bring me a glass of water please,"

Sam cleared his throat and continued, "After the old man opened the safe, he told me to empty it and put the jewels into these bags. Jarod took the guy to the front of the store. Next thing I knew I heard a shot."

"Where was Michael?" Steve asked.

"Clearing out the glass counters at the front. I heard him yelling at Jarod. He said stuff like 'Why did you do that for?' and when I got there, the old man was lying on the ground. He was lying on his back. There was blood on the front of his shirt," Sam paused as Jenny entered the office, a cup of water in hand. Steve gestured the water was for the young man. He took the cup, his hands trembling. Taking two gulps he drained the contents.

"Then?" Steve prodded.

"Then we panicked and left,"

"I'm going to tell you some names of places that have been robbed in the last three weeks. Just say yes if your gang was responsible for the burglaries,"

Sam nodded and Steve called out the names of fifteen businesses that were hit. A resounding yes to all but one location came from Sam.

The gruelling interview lasted another hour and a half. When at last it was over, Steve showed the photos to Sam and asked him to formerly identify the people depicted in them. The last photo was the getaway driver.

"Sally Richards," Sam quoted burying his face in his hands.

Steve and Chin shared a look of disbelief at this new revelation. Luke Richards' daughter. Toby Richards' sister. The girl that was once Danno's coffee date.

"Sam. There was a bank heist about five months ago," Chin addressed the young man.

"Oh God! Yes we did that too!" Sam broke down, tears running down his face beneath his hands.

"Why these other robberies Sam? $500,000 was reported stolen from the bank alone," Chin was puzzled at the risks these young people took.

"The money was still hot. We knew we couldn't spend it yet. Jarod and Michael were both users and Sally…. We were engaged and had no money. We figured if we got away with the bank job, we could get away with anything. Jarod hid the bank money in a well on his dad's farm. We were gonna wait a couple years," Sam sat quivering in his seat.

"One more question. Williams' apartment? Why?" Steve asked perplexed at this last piece of he puzzle.

"When Sally heard about what happened here and that her father and brother were taken into custody she just lost it. She blamed you and Williams for putting her brother in hospital. She wanted to see him but she said the police were guarding him the whole time. Then she started saying how Williams must've set it all up to put her whole family in jail and ranting on that he must've known about her. I couldn't get her to calm down. She took off. I don't know where. I got angry and so I decided to scare Williams by trashing his place. That's all. I wasn't going to hurt anyone. Just trash the place," Sam looked from Chin to Steve pleading for some kind of sympathy for his guilty conscience.

Steve sighed and hit the stop button on the recording device,"Ok Chin, book 'im. Get HPD to pick up Michael Haines and Jarod Lane. Also get an address for the Lanes' farm and have some boys head over there to find the money. Call John to draw up a warrant just in case. And chase up the APB I sent out on Sally Richards."

Chin helped Sam to his feet and escorted him out of the office to be booked. The phone rang near Steve's hand. Automatically the head of Five' O's fingers shot forward and picked up the receiver. "McGarrett,"

"Steve it's Bergman. I have the psychiatric results for Toby Richards. It's quite interesting Steve,"

"How so Doc?"

"According to Doctor Lewis' reports, Toby suffered from a rare genetic neurological disorder," Bergman began explaining the condition using terms too technical for Steve to comprehend.

"Doc, Doc please, in English. I'm a cop remember," Steve screwed his eyes shut and rubbed his forehead as if he suffered a sudden ache to his head. He jerked the phone away from his ear as if it were attacking him. Doc's hollering made Steve wince and he waited till he subsided before he placed the phone to his ear again.

"Honestly Steve! As I was saying, Toby probably inherited his condition from his father. Doc Lewis diagnosed Luke Richards when he was 18. It's an incurable condition and usually leads to a complete mental break down in later years. In some extreme cases, the patients are left in a vegetative state," Doc continued in a more composed manner.

"Doc, exactly what does this condition do to their behaviour? Are they accountable for their actions?" asked Steve. Something bothered him about this but he couldn't lay a finger on it.

"Usually their condition requires a trigger for the symptoms to manifest. It could be the smallest of things such as a baby crying or it may take more extreme situations. Once triggered, their behaviour becomes erratic, unpredictable and often very violent. As far as judging if they can be held accountable for their actions, I'm not a psychiatrist Steve. Dr Lewis is qualified to answer that question. What is it Steve?" Doc sensed something was upsetting Steve.

"I'm not sure yet. Assuming Toby Richards inherited this disorder from his father and so does Sally, how dangerous could they be? So far Doc, HPD haven't located Sally. I'd like to know what we're dealing with here,"

"Why don't you come by my office and I'll see if Dr Lewis can meet us," offered Doc.

"I'm on my way," Steve hung up and hurried out the door.

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Visitors at the reception desk at Queen's Hospital filed in a queue. The receptionist, a middle-aged, plump woman sat behind the service counter, eyes scanning down a list of names and room numbers, before looking up at her addressee.

"Room 156. Take the lift on your left to the next floor. Follow the corridor. You can't miss it," She smiled at the gentleman who thanked her and walked on.

"Can I help you?"

"I'd like to see Mr Dan Williams," A somewhat affronted feminine voice demanded.

"And are you a relative? May I have your name?" The receptionist asked a little uneasy at the woman's clipped tone.

"What business is it of yours?" The young blond woman retorted.

"I'm sorry miss but I have to ask these questions. I meant no offense," The friendliness in the receptionist's voice took on a more serious note.

"I'm a friend!"

"Just a moment. I'll just let his doctor know," the woman behind the counter dialed Doc Bergman's number and after the third ring, the Doc answered.

"Doctor Bergman there's a young lady to see Mr Williams. Will he be receiving visitors today?" the receptionist asked trying to keep her voice neutral.

"Who is she? Did she give you her name?" Doc was immediately suspicious.

"She said she's a friend,"

"Is she giving you a hard time?"

"That's right," The receptionist looked down, pretending to scan her list, in case her face portrayed her suspicion.

"Tell her he's in surgery. I'll let security know. Thank you Mrs Jennings," Doc didn't want to take any chances regarding Dan or any one of his patients.

The reception hung up the phone and looked up to inform the young woman but she was no longer there. An elderly couple were in her view now. Thinking nothing more of the peculiar woman, Mrs Jennings gave her undivided attention to the couple standing at her desk.

*Edited 12th April 2011*