Danny's hand shook so hard he dropped the papers he was holding. This couldn't be happening. Of all the places on the planet for Stan to find new business. Vegas?! What were the odds? Realistically, the statute of limitations had long since passed so the law wasn't the problem; it was Benedict and Bank he worried about. They didn't know about Grace but there was no way he'd be able to relocate. The minute he set foot across the Las Vegas city limit there'd be a target on his back. He had no choice but to fight Rachel.
Danny made a few phone calls to verify the current social status of the gang. He was checking to see if they'd been compromised. He wouldn't put it past either Benedict or Bank to arrange for Stan's opportunity in order to lure Turk or any of the other's back. After all, revenge is a dish best served cold and those men held grudges. Rueben and Rusty promised to call back as soon as they could. Danny almost starts wishing for a case for distraction purposes. Maybe there is some truth to the saying "be careful what you wish for". Captain Fryer's execution wasn't what he had in mind, nor was almost getting blown up by a bomb at HPD.
The phone call from his lawyer couldn't have been more ill-timed. Danny wasn't remotely ready to explain things to Steve. He bluffed his way through the explanation saying things like "I'm gonna have to drag Rachel through the mud and I'm not sure I wanna do that," rather than saying what he really wanted, "Grace can't go to Vegas, do you know anyone that will help." He needed time to get his shit together. He didn't like semi-lying to Steve but he had no choice for now.
By the time the paperwork was signed and filed, Danny had heard from both Rueben and Rusty. Stan's deal was legit. Now Danny could formulate plans, legal and not so legal. He was looking forward to telling Rachel he was going to fight the custody modifications.