Mac did not make it to Hawaii until the next day. He had gotten a flight in Chicago and had gotten one to Hawaii in Los Angeles. He was hoping that he was not wanted all over the country. He got off the plane and felt tired. He was always tired after a long plane ride. He went and got his luggage and headed out of the airport. As he was passing by a bench in the airport, he did not notice that someone got up to follow him.

Mac walked out to the curb to hail a cab and then he realized someone was standing behind him. He looked up into the face of Don Flack. Mac rolled his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"You're not going through this alone," Don said. "And I might be able to get information that you can't."

Mac had to admit he was right. "I don't want you to risk your career, Don."

"I'm on leave. I can go anywhere I want. Besides, there's a woman back there in New York who is really worried about you."

Mac frowned. "I'll be alright."

"I don't know about that. You're going to have to answer for this and I don't think it's going to disappear real fast."

"I'll retire."

"Mac, where are we starting?"

"We have to find out who that Carry woman was. If we can find her, maybe she will help us prove that Melinda had something to do with this. The only way I know to find her is to go to that hotel we were staying in and see if anyone saw her or knows where she's from or anything."

"I think that's a good place to start."

They got a cab and went back to the hotel they had stayed in before and checked in. "I can't believe we're going to stay here," Don said.

"Well, there are two beds in these rooms and we're going to share a room. That way if someone comes in during the night, maybe one of us will wake up."

"Right."

They put their luggage in their room and then went out to the restaurant where the Luau had taken place. They walked up to the bar and waited for the bartender to come over to them. "You think this guy will help us?" Don asked.

"I hope he will," Mac replied. "If he won't, I guess we're going to have to try other means to find information."

"Like what?"

"Sneaking around."

Don looked at Mac. "Nothing illegal, I hope."

"Nah."

Don wondered what Mac had in mind. He had never had to sneak around to get information. He always just got in people's faces and asked. The bartender came over to them. "What can I get you?" he asked.

"Nothing, thanks," Mac said. "We're looking for someone." He described the woman. "She had a Southern accent."

The bartender thought a moment. "Yes, I remember that woman," he said. He looked at Mac. "Why?"

"Did she say where she is from?"

"She didn't really have to. That accent of hers is very distinctive. She was from Tennessee."

"Did she say where in Tennessee?" Mac asked.

"No. I didn't talk to her that long."

"Do you know what room she stayed in?"

"No."

Mac and Don looked at each other as the bartender walked away. "Well, we know she was a real woman," Mac said.

Don scowled. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"Nothing."

Don followed Mac out of the restaurant and they went into the lobby of the hotel. "So, what do we do next?" Don asked.

They both thought a moment and then looked at each other. "The maid," they both said together.

"The maid knows everything," Don said.

"You go to the desk and see what they know and I'll go see if I can find the maid," Mac said.

"Uh uh, no way, we are staying together."

Mac looked at him. "What are you, my shadow?"

"Until this is over."

"Come on then."

They went into the lobby and up to the front desk. "Excuse us," Don said as the clerk did not notice them.

The man turned around. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said. He walked over to the counter. "Can I help you?"

"Yes," Mac said. "We're looking for a woman who stayed here a few nights ago. She had long brown hair and green eyes. She had a Southern accent."

The clerk thought a moment. "Yes, I remember that woman. She was a nice woman." He looked at Mac. "Why are you looking for her?"

"Well, she left something in my room and I want to give it back to her," Don butted in. "Is she still here?"

"No, she checked out two days ago."

"Do you know where she's from?" Mac asked. "Do you know her address?"

"I can't give out that information."

"Her first name is Carry."

"Right, Carry Hale."

"You mean, you can't even tell us what town she lives in in Tennessee?" Don asked.

The clerk looked at them a moment. "How do I know you're not some sort of psychopathic murderer?" he asked.

"If I was, I might not be asking so nicely," Mac said.

The man stared at him a moment. He looked around them and then typed in the computer a moment. "She lives in Knoxville, Tennessee. I can't give you any more information than that."

"Thanks," Don said. "You've been a great help."

Mac and Don walked out of the lobby. "Well, now what?" Don asked.

"Carry Hale," Mac said. "Maybe she is the only one in that city."

"How many people can there be named Carry?"

"No telling."

"We could always check the DMV in Tennessee and see if we can find her that way."

Mac nodded. "Why don't we get some help from our friends here?" he asked.

"You mean McGarrett and Williams?"

"Yes. They should be able to find out something about this."

They got a cab over to the office where McGarrett and Williams worked and went inside. They explained the situation to them and asked for their help. "Sure, we can do that," Williams said. "We haven't gotten anything about you being wanted."

"I'm glad," Mac said.

Williams went to the computer and typed in the name they were looking for and the city. Mac and Don were surprised that there were two people with that name in Knoxville and they had their license photos. Mac looked at them. "That's her right there," he said as he saw the picture of the woman whom he had met.

Williams printed out the address for the woman in Knoxville and gave it to Mac. "Good luck," he said.

"Thanks, I think I'll need it," Mac said.

Mac and Don left that office. "Well, it didn't take long to find her," Don remarked. "What are we going to do, walk up and knock on her door?"

"That's exactly what we're going to do," Mac declared.

Don followed Mac out and they got a cab. "So, are we spending the night here or are we going to get a flight tonight?" Don asked.

"We better do this as soon as possible," Mac said. "We might not be able to get a flight until the morning anyway."

They went back to the hotel and Mac called to get a flight. Their flight would be the next morning. Mac sighed. "I wish we could get out of here now," he said.

"Why don't we get some lunch?" Don asked. He pulled the curtain back slightly and looked out the window.

"You think someone's following us?"

"Mac, I have an eerie feeling about this whole situation. I feel like someone knows what we're doing all the time."

"Join the club."

Mac's phone beeped with a text message. He opened it. They're looking for you, Mac. There's even a warrant out for your arrest. Jo. Mac frowned. He texted back: Don't send me anymore messages. I'm going to have this phone off so it can't be traced. I love you. Mac.

Don noticed the sad look on Mac's face. "What's going on?" he asked.

"I'm in trouble," Mac said and looked at Don. "I have to deactivate this phone so they can't trace it."

"I guess that means I should turn mine off too," Don said.

Mac nodded. "They must know that you're with me."

"The chief suspects it but he's on your side."

Mac took the battery out of his phone and put them both into his duffle bag. He took his weapon out. Don was surprised. "How did you get that over here?" he asked.

"I showed them my badge," Mac said. "And I let it go into luggage. I didn't have a carryon bag."

"Well, I guess we're well-armed then because I did the same thing with my forty-five."

Mac lay down on the bed. "So, what about lunch," Don asked. "I don't usually get to eat so I would like to eat since I have this opportunity."

"Let's go later. We have time for that."

"Right."

Don lay down on his bed. He was not feeling like sleeping. He wanted to be doing something. He looked over at Mac who was already asleep. Don sat up and went over to the window. He had a feeling that someone was watching what they were doing here. He was sure that Melinda must know that they were there, or at least, she knew Mac was there. Don was sure that she would not let Mac run off without her knowing where he was at all times. She would surely know that he would not take this situation lying down. Don looked over at Mac sleeping as he thought that. Well, he would not take it all lying down.

Don continued to peep out the window. He wondered if they would try something here again. He knew they would not drug him with a drink again. He wondered if they would just try to shoot them. He thought Melinda wanted to humiliate Mac though and cause him to go to prison.

When Mac woke up, he could hardly believe he had gone to sleep and slept that long, but he supposed it was because he had not slept enough the night before. Don was lying on his bed watching TV now. "You ready to eat now?" he asked.

"I guess so," Mac said. "I want to go somewhere else besides this hotel though."

"That will be fine with me."

They went out and got a cab to another restaurant which had outdoor areas too. Mac wondered if there were any that did not have outdoor tables. He noticed that Don was looking around them as they were walking in. "You still think we're being watched?" Mac asked.

"Yeah," Don answered.

Mac had to admit he was apprehensive too. He hoped that Melinda would not eliminate the witness before they got to her. He knew it was a possibility because Melinda was relentless and evil.

When they were done eating, they went back to the hotel. "I can't believe we're stuck here until morning," Don complained.

"What's wrong with that?" Mac asked. "We're in Hawaii. Most people might think it was great to be stuck here."

"Well, most people might not be in the situation we're in."

"I'm only kidding. I wish I could enjoy this place too but it looks like it's impossible. Every time I'm here, there's some sort of trouble going."

"I think I'll come back here when this is over and spend the rest of my leave."

"You should…but don't drink with any women."

"Don't worry. I learned my lesson on that."

Mac wished they did not have to wait until the next morning, but they had no choice. There were no other flights that had any room. He would just have to hope that Melinda was not watching as closely as they thought she was.

Melinda was watching the New York news from the luxury of the house she was staying in now. It had belonged to her sister and it was still in her name. No one would suspect that she was here. She monitored the news all the time and she had made sure that the press knew that Mac Taylor was involved in that case. She had not seen him on the television and she had learned that he left New York. She could not believe that she had lost track of him for a while but they had discovered that he was in Hawaii. She knew he must be looking for evidence to exonerate himself. She would just have to make sure he did not find any. She would just have to find Carry and put her out of her misery. After all, she had said that she hoped she never saw her again. She would just have to oblige her. Of course, she would have to make it look like Mac did it. She was sure she could not get him into a risqué situation again. He would be too wise for that now. She would just have to figure out something else.