Chapter 34
A warrant was granted for Shania MacIntosh and she was quickly located at the family's second penthouse, located in a very posh district of Honolulu.
"We have a warrant for the arrest of Shania MacIntosh, a search warrant, and a warrant for her gun," Steve said, handing Sean MacIntosh Senior the warrant.
"What?" Sean Senior yelped indignantly, going through the papers. "Mira, call Richard; tell him to get over here now!" he snapped at his dusky-skinned assistant, Harry Potter glasses perched on her nose.
Millie felt bad for the woman. She knew Shania was a holy terror around anyone she perceived as competition, and poor Mira probably had it tough with her. She looked as dowdy as possible, which was sad, given that she had a nice shape and nice face. Hopefully, after Shania was taken away, the woman could relax and dress nicer.
"What am I being arrested for?" Shania shrieked as Danny cuffed her. She was no longer wearing the suit jacket, but she was still wearing the matching skirt, and had a sleeveless pearl-colored silk blouse on as well.
"The murder of Cassandra Bullock," Steve said. "You thought she was sleeping with your husband and you confronted her, slapped her, and shot her."
"Liar!" Shania yelled. "You can't prove it!"
"Actually, we can," Danny said. "Cassandra had her cellphone video camera running at the time. She was making a special video to her parents when you came knocking."
"Except you screwed up," Steve said. "Cassandra wasn't sleeping with your husband; she was dating your son, Sean Junior, and he was about to propose to her."
"Oh my god," Sean Senior moaned.
"She was just another whore! I probably saved him from a stupid gold-digger!" Shania snarled.
"I don't think so," Danny said. "I think she genuinely loved him and I know he loved her, and that means you're going to have to do some serious explaining, sweetheart."
"Boy, does she ever," said Chin, joining them, holding up a black Taurus 605 B2 revolver. "It's shy two rounds and smells of burnt gunpowder." He smiled at Shania, who was looking a bit pale. "You do know what that means, right?"
Kono appeared, holding up a familiar burgundy suit jacket. "Recognize this? You wore it when you shot Cassandra. I'm betting we'll find gunshot residue on the cuffs."
"Somebody better read this woman her Miranda rights before certain people start having strokes," Millie advised.
"Finally! Someone sensible in all this," Shania snarled. "I have half a mind to sue you for harassment and false arrest!"
"If you had half a mind, you wouldn't have shot Cassandra Bullock," Millie shot back. "As it is, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you, but somehow, I don't think that's going to be a problem. Do you understand these rights, yes or no?"
"I understand I'm going to sue you to the ground," Shania snarled.
"Shania, yes or no," Sean Senior said tiredly.
"Yes, you bastard," Shania hissed at hm. "I understand you couldn't keep it in your pants! All your business trips! All those escort agencies! Did you think I wouldn't find out about them?!" Shania yelled. "And you, you stupid, negro bitch! Covering up for him! You're nothing but dirt and you always will be!"
"Danno?" Steve asked, looking at his partner.
"Let's go," Danny said to Shania. "Before I go deaf from all your screaming."
"I'll give you a hand," Lou said.
As Shania was led away, Steve and Millie turned to Sean Senior.
"What now?" he asked.
"I think you've got a pretty good idea," Steve said.
"Do you really have video evidence of her murdering that poor woman?" Sean Senior asked.
"I'm afraid so, sir," Millie said.
"Now, you're going to have to deal with your son," Steve said.
"How the hell am I going to do that?" Sean Senior moaned. "I knew he was seeing this nice girl, but I had no idea she was a prostitute!"
"Former," Steve said. "She'd left the profession and was trying to save up enough money to fix her parent's house, where she apparently loved swimming. Your son said he would help her."
"From what I read, sir, Cassandra genuinely loved Sean. She didn't want his money, or his lifestyle. She just wanted him and his love," Millie said.
Sean Senior ran a hand across his face, looking older beyond his years. "I knew she was jealous and this thing about other women..." He laughed tiredly. "I don't have time for other women! I don't even dare! But I never thought she'd go this far!"
"Well, she did," Steve said. "And someone innocent paid the price for that."
"What do I do now?" Sean Senior moaned, sitting down heavily on a nearby chair.
"Take care of your son. Give your wife the lawyer she has a right to, but take care of your son," Millie said. "And seriously think about getting a divorce."
Sean Senior nodded.
"Let's get out of here," Steve said to Millie, looking at the older man almost sadly. "We've done all we can here.
Millie wound up at Steve's place that night, after stopping at her place for an over-night bag and a slight change of clothes.
Steve had planned on a slow, calculated seduction, but that changed five minutes after she got in the door.
"I don't want slow," she panted, kissing him frantically, yanking his shirt up so she could feel his skin under her hands. "I need you, now. Please. I'll do whatever you want, later, but please, take me now."
He took her on the kitchen table, just as she asked, then took her to his room, and seduced her slowly for the remainder of the night. He also decided he definitely liked front-closure bras.
"You know, if you need to, there are counselors available to help you deal with your mother," he said at one point.
She smiled up at him. "I know. Mom and Dad put me through with one after they took me in, and I saw one during my first year here. It still hurts, and it probably always will, but I'm stronger and better. First thing in the morning, though, I'm buying Janice a one-way ticket back to Portland. She is getting the hell off my island."
"Sounds good. Do you want to deal with her, or shall I?"
"I'll let you. I don't want anything to do with her. Try not to enjoy it too much, okay?"
"Oh, I can think of a few things I'd rather enjoy," he said, running his hands up her body before stopping to cup her breast, enjoying the hiss of her breath at the contact.
The next morning:
"Janice Bryant," a male voice said. "Enjoying your stay?"
Janice looked up and spotted a familiar man standing in front of the bars. He had been with Millie and defended the little bitch. Janice hated him.
"What do you want?" she snarled.
"Peace on Earth, a cold beer, and maybe a double scoop of ice cream, but I'll settle for you getting over here," he said. "Unless, of course, you'd like to stay here longer?"
Janice got up and moved to stand in front of him. "Now what?"
"Now you shut up and listen, because I don't really want to repeat myself," the man said.
Eyeing his muscular form, his arms clearly visible under the rolled up sleeves of his brown dress shirt, Janice was forced to admit this man was very easy on the eyes. Maybe if she played her cards right, she could get out of this hellhole a little faster and have a little fun while she was at it. She always did like younger men, and this fine specimen fit the bill nicely.
"My name is Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett, Five-0 Taskforce," Steve began. "I am Officer Millie Thompson's boss, as well as her representative in this matter."
"That's fine," Janice said. "May ask why she can't visit me herself?"
Steve smiled coldly. "I think you know why. Millie wants nothing to do with you and has nothing to say to you. According to her, you don't exist, and quite frankly, after what I heard you say to her, I really don't blame her."
"Fine. No big loss. What about this crazy assault charge? It was just a terrible misunderstanding and Wilma knows I have a temper," Janice said, moving closer and looking at him coyly. "What she said wasn't very nice, you must admit."
"I know what she said," Steve reminded her. "But that's no excuse for your behaviour, past or present."
"I don't know what that little-" Janice began, starting to lose her temper again, but froze when Steve held up a warning finger.
"That little bitch, as you like to call her, is a respected member of my team," he said. "Watch your mouth, or you will not be going home for quite a while."
Janice swallowed hard, seeing the ice in Steve's eyes. Playing cute was not going to get her out of this mess faster, it seemed.
"Now, Millie has decided to drop the charges," Steve said, "but there's a catch involved."
"What?" Janice asked.
Steve held up an envelope. "This is a one-way flight ticket back to Portland and it leaves tonight. You get on that flight and you never set foot on O'ahu again. Is that understood?"
"You can't stop me from coming back!" she shrieked.
"No, I can't," he admitted. "But I can make your life a living hell the minute you do." He smiled coldly and waved the envelope. "It's real simple. If you stay, the charges will be pressed and you will spend time in one of our lovely prison centres. An assault charge against a peace officer is a nasty thing to carry around and will pop up every time a cop even runs your name." Janice gulped. "You leave, voluntarily, and never, ever contact or speak to Millie again, and the charges get dropped. Your choice, but you have five seconds and counting." He held up a hand and started ticking off his fingers.
"Fine, fine! I'll go! But that bitch owes me! She stole what was rightfully mine!" Janice yelled.
"No, she didn't. You blew it when you turned your back on your daughter when she was fifteen, and let that sorry excuse of a son of yours tell a frightened teenage girl that she deserved to be in jail," Steve shot back. "Whatever she may have done, she did not deserve that, not for defending another girl against a bully, a bully who had already caused another student to commit suicide. You turned your back on Millie, Gram turned her back on you. It's that simple. I have never hit a woman, except in a fair fight, but I would gladly make an exception to that, for you. You get off this island and you do not come back, and if I have to, I will haul you over my shoulders and personally put you on that flight, hogtied if need be."
His words and his voice booked no argument, and said very clearly he would do just that. Janice tried not to shiver. "Fine. Now, can I get out of here, sir?"
He smiled and gestured at the guard. The guard unlocked the door, letting Janice out. He handed her the envelope containing the fight ticket and said, "Have a nice flight home." Another officer approached her and lead her away to be released.
Janice decided she hated Steve, she hated Honolulu, and she really, really hated Millie Thompson.
"I'll get her for this. One way or another, I will get her for this," she swore silently.