A/N: Sorry its been so long! My computer is busted, and while I can work on my story on my phone, I can not post it. I hope this chapter makes up for it! Enjoy!
As they arrive at Halawa, a young guard takes them to the place where all of the mail is censored. After talking to the guy in charge, they are lead to the man who sent the mail. He looks to be about the same age as August March when he died. His white hair is neatly cut and his face is clean shaven. His posture is impeccable, and if it were not for the setting and the orange jump suit, you would have thought that he were a high class business man just from the way he conducts himself. He greets them with a nod, as he is not permitted to shake their hands, and politely asks what they need.
"Mr. Clyde MacCoinnich, or should we call you Frank?" Steve asks.
Realization strikes and Clide nods his head and says, "Clyde MacCoinnich will do."
"Mr. MacCoinnich, why were you sending Irene March letters under the name Frank Jenkins?" Kono asks, "Oh, and also what was the debt you owed August March that you were intending to pay him before his death?"
Clide rubs his eyes with his pointer and thumb and sighs, "August and I grew up together. We were like brothers. We even ended up in the same line of business. We had a mutual agreement and basically ran a monopoly on the black market. Eventually, we both were caught by this young lad, John McGarrett, and ended up as cell mates. August always the neat freak. He cleaned up after himself and never left a trail. I however, did not do such a nice job. They were able to pin more on me than him, earning me life. No fail, he visited me twice a week. Mondays at twelve o'clock, and Fridays at six p.m. When he didn't come one week, I knew something was up. I never thought that he would kill himself. Even if it meant going back to prison. His reason for killing himself was because if he went to prison, he couldn't go to this big fancy treatment center on the mainland. He had lung cancer thanks to those cigars he loved. He knew that no other treatment center could help him, and he did not want to die slowly. The debt that I owed him was the time he spent. The time he spent remembering me and visiting me. Frank Jenkins was the main character in these stories he would tell Irene when she was little. I knew that she wouldn't come just for any random convict, so I used a pseudonym that she would trust. I used hints and clues from these stories to reveal myself in a way that only she would know."
"So you owed him friendship?" Steve asks. He nods in reply. Kono and Steve thank him for his cooperation and promise him that they will do all in their power to find her. Just as they are about to walk out he cries out to them.
"Wait!" he yells, "August, he had a step-granddaughter! He mentioned meeting her several months ago! He told me that she was not particularly close to the family. Her father married Irene. She might have something to do with this, but I doubt it. August said that she is a cop, and a very good one. He didn't think that she recognized him when they met. He had only seen her once before when she was a child. He never would admit it, but the small girl instantly became his favorite. She might not even know who he is! One thing he was going to do before he was to leave for the mainland was properly introduce himself. Please, let her know."
"She already does," Kono replies.
"Are you sure?" Clyde asks.
"I am sure because I am her," she says. With that she turns and leaves with Steve at her heels. She has a small smirk and distant eyes. Something about what he said warmed her heart. She knows that it is weird to have a convicted murderer care about you, but for some reason it makes her smile.
As they walk out to Steve's car, Kono get's a mischievous look on her face, and when she sees him pull out his keys, she snatches them out of his and takes off towards the truck. He sprints after her, but she is already in the driver's seat with the door locked by the time he gets to her. She points to the passenger's seat. He gives her a death stare, but he finds himself walking over to the other side of the truck after a look at his watch. Something tells him that she is not necessarily urgent.
"I am avenging Danny's car!" Kono exclaims. Steve sighs and rolls his eyes.
"Not one dent, Kalakaua!" he mumbles.
"Don't worry, Boss! I'll drive it as if I were you!" she chirps. She swings the truck out of the parking space and he grabs for the handlebar. "Oh, and before you ask, no, I didn't know that August was my step-granddad. I met him once when I was living with them, but I didn't recognize him when we did the diamond smuggling case. The man who brought me my only Christmas present from that family was not necessarily the first person I thought of when I met the ex-con."
"You only met him once?" he asks then screams, "Hey! Slow down or I'm going to pull you over and give you a ticket!"
"I ain't going that fast, brah!" Kono snaps, "And yeah, only once, but he wrote me letters. Even when I was, you know. He never stopped until my mom found out that I was getting letters from someone in Halawa. She told him to stop and he did. I was always meaning to go visit, but I didn't know his first name, and I was not asking my father."
"You're going eighty on a fifty five mile highway!" he yells.
"Yeah, but it's a two laned road and its really straight!" she responds. He rolls his eyes and resists the urge to rip the steering wheel out of her grasp. As he watches the signs pass he takes note of the fact that if he were driving they would not be passing them for another five minutes. Her sharp turns and her constant start stops cause his stomach to churn. When they finally come into the parking lot. He braces himself against the car as he walks out. As she skips into HQ where Danny and Grover are working on various things in their offices. She prances right into Danny's office and smiles at him as she spins the keyring around her pointer. "I avenged your car," she giggles as she tosses him the keys. She turns around to see a stumbling Steve. Chin walks in behind him with a smirk on his face.
"You are an awful driver!" he murmurs.
"Nah, she is actually pretty good," Chin remarks, "She is a pro at purposefully making anyone carsick!"
"Why?" Steve pleads.
"To avenge Danny's car and to escape the rest of the impending conversation," she explains, "Now, Chin, did you get anything from Fong?"
"Yeah, and you guys are not going to believe it!" he says, "The wallet and the phone don't belong to our vic, and they can't belong to our kidnapper." After seeing the confused looks on their faces he explains, "On the wallet I found the fingerprints of Jay Glencoe and after some damage repair, we found out that the phone belongs to Bess Holt. They are two haoles from the mainland who went missing a couple of years ago. Jay Glencoe was reported missing on July 3, 2011 and Bess Holt went missing on March 25, 2013. The only thing connecting them and March is that they all have blonde hair and are from the mainland. Aside from that, you couldn't find three more different people if you tried."
"This might have nothing to do with August," Steve surmises. They divide up the work and start searching through the digital files. Kono's eyes go big as she finds a connection. All three women had kids sent off to various boarding schools as a recommended psychological treatment center by Dr. Joshua Crane.
"Come on!" Irene whines, "If you'd hurry up, we could just get this over with." She drags an unwilling little girl into a large office building. She marches up to the secretary and asks for the location of Dr. Crane's office. Without looking up from her computer the receptionist points down the hall and instructs them to go four doors down.
Irene pulls the child down the hall to the shrink's office. She opens the door and forces the little girl inside. The walls are barren and beige. A red sofa sits up against a wall with a plush chair on each side and a coffee table in front. A large brown door, separates the waiting area from the office. Irene sits down on the couch and picks up a magazine off of the coffee table. The little girl curls up into one of the chairs and closes her eyes.
The door opens and a voice asks, "Mrs. March-Surgo?" The little girl does not open her eyes, but hears Irene walk over to the person and begin discussing something in hushed voices with the other person. The little girl hears her name come up several times, but does not wish to know what it is about. Eventually a light tap on her shoulder makes her open her eyes. A pale man with white hair and a clean-cut beard smiles down at her. He wears a black business suit and a white shirt with a matching black tie. "My name is Dr. Crane," the man says, "Let's go into my office and have a little chat." She hesitates, but after receiving a glare from Irene, stands up and follows him unwillingly.
His office is decorated in a similar style to the waiting room. The child hops up into a chair and as Dr. Crane walks around his desk, builds up the nerves to ask him, "Why am I here?"
He answers, "You, my dear, are very sick. I am going to give you the tools to make you better."
"But I don't feel sick," she innocently says.
He chuckles, "You're not sick like achy fever sick, you're sick up here." He lightly taps her forehead. She pulls back away from him, not liking being touched by someone she just met. He sees this, writes something down on a notepad, then continues, "I am going to give you a test that will help me help you." Her shoulders slump at the mention of test and even more so when she receives the thick packet. He hands her a pen and tells her that he is going to go talk some more with Irene. The girl wonders if talk is still code, but decides not to ask.
"Hey, Boss!" Kono yells, "I found something."
"What's up?" he asks.
"Well," she sighs, "All of our vics had children who were sent away with diagnoses from Dr. Joshua Crane."
"Okay, are any of those kids on the island right now?" he asks.
"Yeah, one!" she jokes pointing to herself. Steve rolls his eyes and Kono decides that it is the wrong time for jokes. She continues, "None of the kids are here aside from me. Their names are Miles Glencoe and Jane Holt. Miles lives in Massachusetts and Jane lives in Cincinnati. Neither of them bothered to fly down to Hawaii when their parents went missing. I don't blame them."
Just as she is finishing the test, Dr. Crane walks back into the room. She hands the packet to him and he smiles. He flips through it and looks up at her while shaking his head. He fumbles through the drawers of his dresser and pulls out several pamphlets. He gestures for her to follow him out. She sits next to Irene on the couch. He hands her step-mom several pamphlets.
"I am afraid that there is no other treatment," he begins, "With her condition, it will get increasingly worse as time goes on. Luckily, she qualifies for several scholarships thanks to her grades and other factors."
"Are you sure?" Irene asks. The little girl doesn't know what is going on, but she doesn't think that she will like it.
"There is no other way," he says. After more cryptic discussion, Irene takes the girl's hand in hers and leads her outside.
"So, do you think that this could be a revenge plot? Maybe a kid who wants payback?" Steve asks. Kono nods. "Guys!" he yells, "We are looking for anyone and anything related to Dr. Joshua Cane. Chin, you take the Glencoe file. Grover, you take the Holt file. Danny, you keep working on Irene's file. Kono and I will work on finding anything else." He turns back to Kono and says, "I want you to compile a list of all the kids he unjustly sent away. See if any of them are on the islands. I'll work on parents. If nothing comes up there, then we'll go broader." With that they begin their search. As Kono begins her search, she becomes increasingly scared of what she might find, though she will never admit it.