Chapter 27
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Lynn checked with the night desk clerk. No problems except moving one guest from one room to
another because of lack of hot water. The clerk upgraded the guest to a mini suite. No problem, the
upgrade seemed reasonable. She went upstairs and let herself in her penthouse. Shutting the door, she
secured her deadbolt, happy knowing she wouldn't be raped tonight.
Going to the kitchen, she put the kettle on to boil and opened a can of cat food for Kimba. Suddenly,
she was overcome with tears of relief. It was over or at least there was finally light at the end of the
tunnel.
Ignoring the mess, she opened then bathroom door and found Kimba on the bathroom counter waiting
for her.
"Mmmeeeeeeeeeeoooooowwwww!"
"Hi my baby."
Kimba jumped into Lynn's arms purring and rubbing against the woman's shoulder.
Lynn buried her face in the cat's luxuriously soft fur.
Kimba turned to look at her mommy's face. "Meow?" A questioning tone.
"Sweetheart, Mr. Steve will be fine. Mr. George is gone."
Kimba jumped out of the woman's arms and soft land on the bed. She sashayed to the pillow covered in
Steve's blood. After a couple of tentative sniffs came another inquisitive mew.
"Steve, ah Commander McGarrett, will be fine." Lynn decided from now on he'd be 'Commander
McGarrett' until she could say 'Steve' without the rush of enchantment and desire flowing over her.
The alarm started singing at 0500. Danny half-heartedly hit the 'snooze' button four times before
Rachel poked him in the ribs. Finally he shuffled into the bathroom and sleepily started his morning
routine. At 0620, he walked into the kitchen where Rachel was waiting for him with scrambled eggs,
slightly overdone, toast and a cup of coffee.
"Thanks, Rachel. This is exactly what I was craving." He said as he tucked into his breakfast. "Burned to
perfection."
"If my mother saw what I just served you, she would scream, just bloody scream."
Mouthful, Danny laughed. "But this is how I like it."
"I understand that. My mum still wouldn't understand." She turned back to the fluffy 'normal'
scrambles eggs. After one last stirring, she dumped the pans contents one to a plate. "Gracie! Your fry-
up is ready. Gracie dear."
Quick, light footsteps ran to the kitchen. Gracie was fresh faced and dressed for school. "Good
morning, mummy." She kissed her mother's cheek as she took her plate. "Oh boy, scrambled eggs!
Yummy Yum."
She went to the table to sit down but stopped at her father's side. She put her plate down then threw
her arms around the detective. "Good morning daddy!" She kissed him on the chin. "I missed you last
night Danno. How's Uncle Steve?"
Danny was suddenly so happy Rachel gave him a heads up the night before. If she hadn't, he probably
would have choked on his toast. Instead, he smiled indulgently. "'Uncle' Steve? I thought you thought
he had a stick up his …"
"Daniel!"
He winked at his wife. "Monkey, 'Uncle' Steve?"
Grace continued eating unaware of her parents' non-verbal communication. "I like him daddy. He's
funny."
Danny looked at Rachel, perplexed.
Rachel just shrugged.
"Is he going to be better soon daddy?"
"I hope so."
"Me too, Monkey."
Danny joined his team in his office. He passed out coffees from the tray he was carrying. "Why do I
have an extra coffee?"
"Chin Ho is at the hospital watching the Russian bear." Grover said, suppressing a yawn.
"Oh yeah, any update on his arraignment?" Danny asked with a warm face. He had forgotten. Geez,
he needed a solid eight to ten hours of uninterrupted restorative sleep.
"This morning at 11:00 at the courthouse; Judge Randall has arraignments today. George the bear tried
to talk the doctors into a longer stay but after an MRI, a blood draw and multiple x-rays, the doctors
found nothing wrong with him, except a cracked tooth; a freshly cracked tooth. No wonder my knee
hurts." Grover and the rest of the team chuckled. "Steve got some solid licks in; 1 broken and 3 cracked
ribs. Georgie has some serious scratches on his shoulders, neck, scalp and face. Doc said they are feline
in nature. I think Steve owes that cat some serious cat chow. His bloodwork showed he wasn't under
when he influence when he attacked McGarrett either. He knew exactly what he was doing when he
tried to kill Steve."
"Can we prove it?"
"I think we can." Kono offered.
"Really? How?" Danny asked.
"I collected all the broken pieces of the crystal ashtray and reassembled it. It's a good thing Ms.
Downing is a clean freak or her maid is really hoping for perform points because that ashtray was
spotless. Except George's; his prints and the commander's blood was all I found." She opened her
evidence bag and took out two bags and put them on Danny's desk.
One bag had the almost 95% reassembled ash tray. The other held a weird curved piece about size of an
adult human's hand. Kono held up the smaller shard. "I need a sample of the Commander's blood. The
bartender's palm and five fingers' prints are one side and a small smear of blood on the pointy edge."
"I didn't see a wound on Steve's neck but there was so much blood." Lou commented.
"I'll call Catherine a bit later and ask her if Steve has a puncture injury anywhere." Danny looked at his
watch. "They might be in the middle of breakfast or the doctor's rounds this early."
"Isn't the blood smear from where the ashtray bashed Steve in the jaw?" Grover asked.
"No. That's here on the heavy outer lip." Kono held it up. Steve's blood, though dried, was still visible
under the bright office lights. She returned the big bag to the desk and picked up the smaller evidence
bag and held it up to the light. "This piece, the blood is on the end that would have been in the middle
of the ashtray before it shattered. The only conclusion is the Russian picked it up after it broke Steve's
jaw to stab him or cut him somehow."
"Candy, I mean Kono, brilliant work!" Danny literally patted the rookie forensic technician on the back.