The second Danny put down that crappy letter from Steve, he knows what he has to do. He starts to rise and silently curses as Kamekona invades his office. It ends up being a while before Danny can get to his apartment and his second phone. Turk still has a few contacts out there and he has a somewhat educated guess as to where his best friend has snuck off to so how hard could it be to track the man.
The Trashman case is a gruesome distraction for the team members remaining in Hawaii. The fact that Max, their ohana, has a personal connection doesn't help. Danny works the case with focus, trying very hard not to continually check his phone for messages. He keeps up the pretense of looking like he's expecting Steve to keep Chin Ho and Kono from worrying or rather asking too many questions.
"You know, Danny, it is actually possible to wear out the swipe screen on those things," Chin teased.
Danny huffed out a short breath and scrubbed his hand over his jaw. "Yeah, well, you know. I guess that I'm trying to magically will some common sense into Steve through the phone lines."
Chin chuckled, "If you figure it out, let me know. We'll package it and sell it to parents of teenagers."
"At least we would have tested it on a mentally aged appropriate subject," Danny jested.
"That's cold, brah, true but cold," Kono stated, jumping into the conversation.
Danny raised his arms in a supplicating manner. "I call them as I see them, babe."
"We need to see if Max has more information," Chin said to get them moving.
Danny shoved his phone back in his pocket and they were on their way. By the time they wrapped the case, he had a cryptic voicemail. He immediately hit #2 on his speed dial and to the surprise of no one, he got voicemail. Danny chose not to leave a message for fear he would accidently reveal the information he had. What the hell was Steve thinking? The jackass was in Japan.