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Author's note: I took some liberties when describing Steve's house. I couldn't remember the kitchen ever being shown, so I just made it up. ^^

Chapter Four

"How's it?" Chin's voice chirped in my ear around midnight.

I had asked all the girls along the street for information regarding Daisy and told them to let me know if they thought of anything else. It was the first time in five years I actually felt like a cop, but the girls were willing to talk even if just to get the feeling that someone cared and was trying to get to the bottom of the crimes. When I'd questioned everyone, I took my place on the corner of Kalani and Po'oi. Around ten, I caught a glimpse of Danny and Steve driving around in the shiny Camaro but hadn't seen them since.

Starla was busy leaning over into a bright red Porsche so I answered Chin without worry that I'd be overheard but I still kept my voice low, "It would be a lot better if we could actually get a beat on this guy."

"Be patient, we'll get him," Chin reassured before asking if I was ready for a break. "The boss has some information he'd like to share with you so Danny's coming to pick you up. We'll keep an eye on things here while you're gone."

Sure enough, not five minutes later Danny's Camaro pulled to the curb in front of me. Starla, who ended up not being picked up by the Porsche, whistled, "Damn, that's a nice car."

When the window rolled down, Steve's face greeted me from the driver's seat. Danny sat in the passenger's seat looking appalled as Steve called over him out the window, "Hey, babe."

Starla pushed me forward, "Go, girl! He's talking to you! You don't pass up a face that good looking, even if he wanna share you with his Haole friend."

I couldn't help but grin as I sauntered up to the car just as Starla had taught me my first night on the street. Sticking my butt out, I leaned down, "Hey, handsome. You and you're friend looking for a good time?"

All the hookers on the block had their eyes glued to us; it wasn't usual to be picked up by two guys. Danny seemed to know this fact very well as he was looking like he might die of embarrassment but Steve didn't even seemed phased as he continued to talk over Danny, "Sure thing. And a pretty little thing like you is exactly what we were looking for. You're just my friend's type and I always try to give him what he wants."

My face was on fire as I tried to play it cool. Several of the girls had leaned closer, listening intently to the conversation so I had to sell it. I made a show of glancing up and down Danny, slowly dragging my eyes down his chest, the muscles underneath nicely sculpted and his arms perfectly encased in his button-down shirt. Secretly, I liked the view, "Well, isn't he a cutie?"

Danny glanced up and I couldn't place the expression on his face. I told myself that whatever it was, it was good. Steve shot Danny a wicked grin before addressing me, "Climb on in. Afraid there isn't much room, so you'll have to sit on my friend's lap."

As cool as a cucumber, I opened the door and took my place on Danny's lap, "I don't mind." I had one arm wrapped around his neck, my back to the door and my legs going to the side. All the hookers along the street were gaping as Steve pulled away from the curb and we motored down the street. There wasn't a whole lot of room to maneuver so I was stuck in that position for the duration of the ride. When we cruised around the first corner, Danny's arm came around my waist to hold me secure against him. I glanced at him with what I hoped was an apologetic smile and not an I'm-thoroughly-enjoying-this-experience-but-trying-to-hide-it smile. His eyes were soft and his smile reassuring as if he too were hiding how much he was enjoying the ride.

I relaxed a bit and turned my attention to the car which drove smooth, purring like a kitten, "Man, if more guys drove a car like this, my reputation as a hooker would be a lot better."

Steve and Danny both burst out laughing. "Let's be glad you're reputation is what it is," Danny managed between hiccoughs. "If it was any better, you wouldn't be as good of a cop." I blushed at the compliment but didn't have a chance to reply as Danny added, "Of course, there's no telling what you're reputation will be like after Steven's latest stunt."

Steve's grin widened, "Come on, Danny, it wasn't that bad." The look he gave Danny made me think the stunt was done on purpose to provoke the blond. My heart fluttered in my chest as I wondered if maybe the detective found me attractive and had shared the secret with his partner. Could this be McGarrett's sneaky way of setting us up? It was definitely a thrilling thought, but I pushed it aside.

"It was still insane," Danny didn't let up. "Did you see all those women watching us? What if one of them recognized us? And even if they didn't," Danny held up a hand to stop Steve before he could open his mouth to argue. "How often do two guys pick up a hooker and take her home? I thought we were going for a more inconspicuous approach to this one. I thought we were supposed to be laying low and not drawing attention to ourselves so we could focus on catching the psychotic killer."

We pulled up to a nice house surrounded by greenery and Steve cut the engine. "Fine," Steve consented as we all climbed out of the car. "I'll try to be less conspicuous next time. For now, let's get something to eat and fill Leilah in on what we got from Max."

"Max?" I asked as I followed the two men into the house, which as it turned out, was Steve's.

"The M.E." Danny answered as he pulled several cartons of Chinese food out of the fridge and popped a few in the microwave at the same time.

Steve motioned for me to take a seat at the island in the center of the kitchen as he explained, "Max did the autopsy on Daisy. We got a hit on her prints; her real name is Madison Ramone," Steve slid an official folder to me. I glanced through it as he spoke, "She was busted in high school for joyriding and possession. Her father is an accountant for a law firm here on the island. A few years ago, Madison ran away from home and assumed her street identity. Funny enough, she's never been busted for prostitution."

I nodded as Danny handed out the cartons along with chop sticks and we all dug into the food, "She tries to fly under the radar, most of the time, HPD won't pick up anyone that's not a big fish, so she was never brought in. What did the autopsy reveal?" I asked as I gobbled up some low mein.

"She died from blunt force trauma," Steve shoved an egg roll in his mouth before continuing. "She'd been bound, beaten by some sort of instrument, a rod or bat maybe. There were also cuts, most likely from a knife, so we think the perp is torturing them before he kills them."

The food in my stomach shifted uncomfortably, "I never knew the official cause of death. Homicide wouldn't give me the information. I only know what's being said on the street. Did all the girl's die like this?"

Steve nodded, "Yeah. But there was no sign of rape."

I blew out a heavy sigh, "I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse."

We were all silent as we contemplated the information. If this guy wasn't taking them for sex, what did he want with them? Was the torture the end game? Did he take those girls just for the fun of killing them? The thought made me lose my appetite; I pushed the carton away and got up to use the restroom before I had to return to the street.

As we locked up the house and headed back for the car, Steve paused and turned to me, "Hang on. You look to well put together." With that, he pulled my hair out of its up-do so the curls spilled down my back. He gave them a ruffle and nodded his approval. Next, he messed up his own hair before turning to Danny.

Holding up a threatening finger, Danny growled, "Don't you even dare."

"Come on, Danno. Surely you don't wake up with your hair perfectly slicked back like that?" Steve grinned as Danny rolled his eyes and reached up to ruffle his hair. He also removed his tie and popped open a few buttons on his shirt. The effect was very nice and I almost died right there on the sidewalk. Danny shot his partner an 'are you happy now?' look.

Seemingly satisfied, Steve climbed into the car. Once again, I was seated on Danny's lap as we cruised back toward the red light district. As we got closer, Steve matter-of-factly stated that we should make it look like we had a really good time so no one got suspicious. I nestled closer to Danny, wrapping both arms around his neck and running my fingers through his hair. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my neck as we pulled up to the curb. Most of the girls were still standing there –Thursday nights were always slow – so they watched closely as the door opened and I extracted myself from Danny's hold. With a finger wave as they drove away, I sauntered over to where Starla stood gaping.

"Damn, girl. And here we thought you wasn't a good hoe," She glanced at the retreating tail lights.

"Guess I just needed the right motivation," I grinned as a few of the other girls joined us.

"With a car like that and men that yummy, I'd find the right motivation, too," Another girl, Roxy, commented as we all took a moment to enjoy the truth of the statement. A car pulled to the curb before us and our little group broke up. Roxy was the one who seized the opportunity and approached the car.

"Any sign of the sedan?" I asked Starla.

"None," She wagged a finger at me. "And you forget about looking for it. With two men as gorgeous as that, you probably just had the mother of all good times and you got paid to do it. Now, you should be thinking them and the stupid grin you left on that Haole's face and not worrying about getting into trouble." I could hear Chin and Kono laughing uncontrollably in my ear.