TLR Entrance post
Steve was driving his car. Again. Danny narrowed his eyes slightly as he clutched the arm rest while the vehicle cornered. Miracle of miracles it managed to stay on all four wheels.
Rationally he knew that Steve knew the roads on the island better than he did. Rationally, Danny could probably also admit that Steve was the better driver in a car chase. But this was the car that Danny picked up his daughter in, drove her to school in, and sang along with her to Miley Cyirus in. The car turned abruptly around another corner and Danny felt his body pushed toward the center of the vehicle by centrifugal force. Running for pizza should not involve extreme proof of the laws of physics!
When the car finally shut off in front of Kaimuki’s Danny calmly got out of the car and met his partner in front. “Give me the keys.” That just garnered him a raised eyebrow as the man tried to walk by him. “Give me the keys to my car.”
“No.”
“Give me the keys.” He kept the same tone of voice. Not kidding but not severe either.
“I’m not giving you the keys.”
“Give me the keys.”
“I’m not giving you the keys.”
“Give me the keys to my car Steven or I will shoot you.”
“No.”
“Give me the keys. This isn’t a high speed pursuit of a criminal. It’s a food run. It’s my car, those are my keys, I’m driving.”
Steve just walked into the restaurant. Danny threw an exasperated hand wide and followed.
He knew that Steve would race back to their office once they had the food. If he needed an excuse he’d just say that it would be unfair to Kona and Chin to have cold food. Not that the man would ever think that he needed to explain anything he did.
Danny walked directly to the beverage cooler near the take-out counter and pulled out the right drinks. It wasn’t that Steve endangered the people of Honolulu when he drove; it was just that he drove to excess. And yes that was why Danny had picked the car in the first place, but still… it was his car!
“You’re paying.” He huffed at Steve while he put the bottles down. He should just have a spare set of keys made. Danny sighed and….
….
It was the cold that woke him up. Danny opened his eyes and took in what he could see without moving. Woods? Hawaii didn’t have woods. And it most certainly didn’t have cold woods. Where was he, and why had he been unconscious in the dirt?
He listened, waited for any noise that would tell him he wasn’t alone. Nothing. No snapping branches, no breathing, no flip of a safety on a gun. Finally Danny sat up and took in all of his surroundings.
He was definitely alone. And woods was a generous term. Danny stood and turned in a full circle. It wasn’t precisely a forest, but he most definitely wasn’t in a Hawaiian jungle. In one direction he could see water, in another it looked like a clearing and then more trees a bit further.
And it was cold. Cold like it could snow soon. Cold like Danny hadn’t felt for over a year. Hawaii didn’t get below the 60’s. Waking up on the cold ground in maybe 40 degree weather was not at all comfortable.
How did I … Danny couldn’t remember the last thing he’d been doing. Touching his hands to his face he began moving his fingers over his scalp checking for any bruising. Nothing hurt, so he had rightly expected to find bupkis. But it didn’t help with the explanations. He didn’t feel at all woozy, his mind was clear. So if he wasn’t hit and wasn’t drugged, how did he end up on his back in the woods?
Looking himself over, Danny found he was dressed for work. Slacks, button down, and a tie. His gun holster was empty, but he had a two-way radio attached to his belt. He checked the ground next. Still keeping his feet in the small circle he’d made when getting his bearings. No tracks, human or animal. He hadn’t been dragged, and no one had driven out after dumping him. What there was, was an envelope that read Detective Daniel Williams: Cottage E. Danny squatted and tore the paper open. A key, and a map were the only contents. There was no You are here! that designated which copse of trees he’d been set in, but it looked like all the water was south, so…
Danny sighed; there was nothing to do but to play this out. He turned on the radio and depressed the talk button. “So does anybody want to explain to my why or how I’ve magically appeared in a copse of trees that are not indigenous to the last place I remember being?” He waited to the count of ten, nothing. “Fine. I’m just going to walk south.” That meant that it was sunset rather than sunrise. “Until I step on a land mind or you people feel like talking to me.” Danny made his way toward the water.
Rationally he knew that Steve knew the roads on the island better than he did. Rationally, Danny could probably also admit that Steve was the better driver in a car chase. But this was the car that Danny picked up his daughter in, drove her to school in, and sang along with her to Miley Cyirus in. The car turned abruptly around another corner and Danny felt his body pushed toward the center of the vehicle by centrifugal force. Running for pizza should not involve extreme proof of the laws of physics!
When the car finally shut off in front of Kaimuki’s Danny calmly got out of the car and met his partner in front. “Give me the keys.” That just garnered him a raised eyebrow as the man tried to walk by him. “Give me the keys to my car.”
“No.”
“Give me the keys.” He kept the same tone of voice. Not kidding but not severe either.
“I’m not giving you the keys.”
“Give me the keys.”
“I’m not giving you the keys.”
“Give me the keys to my car Steven or I will shoot you.”
“No.”
“Give me the keys. This isn’t a high speed pursuit of a criminal. It’s a food run. It’s my car, those are my keys, I’m driving.”
Steve just walked into the restaurant. Danny threw an exasperated hand wide and followed.
He knew that Steve would race back to their office once they had the food. If he needed an excuse he’d just say that it would be unfair to Kona and Chin to have cold food. Not that the man would ever think that he needed to explain anything he did.
Danny walked directly to the beverage cooler near the take-out counter and pulled out the right drinks. It wasn’t that Steve endangered the people of Honolulu when he drove; it was just that he drove to excess. And yes that was why Danny had picked the car in the first place, but still… it was his car!
“You’re paying.” He huffed at Steve while he put the bottles down. He should just have a spare set of keys made. Danny sighed and….
….
It was the cold that woke him up. Danny opened his eyes and took in what he could see without moving. Woods? Hawaii didn’t have woods. And it most certainly didn’t have cold woods. Where was he, and why had he been unconscious in the dirt?
He listened, waited for any noise that would tell him he wasn’t alone. Nothing. No snapping branches, no breathing, no flip of a safety on a gun. Finally Danny sat up and took in all of his surroundings.
He was definitely alone. And woods was a generous term. Danny stood and turned in a full circle. It wasn’t precisely a forest, but he most definitely wasn’t in a Hawaiian jungle. In one direction he could see water, in another it looked like a clearing and then more trees a bit further.
And it was cold. Cold like it could snow soon. Cold like Danny hadn’t felt for over a year. Hawaii didn’t get below the 60’s. Waking up on the cold ground in maybe 40 degree weather was not at all comfortable.
How did I … Danny couldn’t remember the last thing he’d been doing. Touching his hands to his face he began moving his fingers over his scalp checking for any bruising. Nothing hurt, so he had rightly expected to find bupkis. But it didn’t help with the explanations. He didn’t feel at all woozy, his mind was clear. So if he wasn’t hit and wasn’t drugged, how did he end up on his back in the woods?
Looking himself over, Danny found he was dressed for work. Slacks, button down, and a tie. His gun holster was empty, but he had a two-way radio attached to his belt. He checked the ground next. Still keeping his feet in the small circle he’d made when getting his bearings. No tracks, human or animal. He hadn’t been dragged, and no one had driven out after dumping him. What there was, was an envelope that read Detective Daniel Williams: Cottage E. Danny squatted and tore the paper open. A key, and a map were the only contents. There was no You are here! that designated which copse of trees he’d been set in, but it looked like all the water was south, so…
Danny sighed; there was nothing to do but to play this out. He turned on the radio and depressed the talk button. “So does anybody want to explain to my why or how I’ve magically appeared in a copse of trees that are not indigenous to the last place I remember being?” He waited to the count of ten, nothing. “Fine. I’m just going to walk south.” That meant that it was sunset rather than sunrise. “Until I step on a land mind or you people feel like talking to me.” Danny made his way toward the water.