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Chapter25

TWENTY-FIVE
Honolulu, Hawaii -- Hawaii-Five-O

     SO WHAT YOU’RE saying is, if our guy could somehow knock people out with sound,” Schofield said, as he worked it through, “and he knew what radio station they were listening to in their cars, he could broadcast that sound over a small walkie-talkie type radio and whack ‘em while they’re driving?”
     "I know, it sounds a little out there, Nakazawa said, “but--”
     Schofield was too deep in thought to even hear him. “Good thing he didn’t zap ‘em on the freeway. Can you imagine?!”
     “It would appear his intent was to get their attention,” Nakazawa said, “and -- as his letters say -- get them to experience injustice firsthand.”
     “Well,” Schofield said, as he poured himself another cup of caffeine, “it’s still illegal, and I want this guy. Did you check with the bureau to see what they have to say?”
     “I put in a call,” Nakazawa said. “I didn’t say it was an emergency, though, so it could take ‘em a day or two to respond.”
     And all our guy has asked for, so far, is for accident victims to go on some website and answer a few questions?” asked Schofield.
     “Yeah,” Nakazawa said. “Then the site was shut down by one of our district judges. Then -- get this -- it was ordered back up again by the attorney general--”
     “For Hawaii” Schofield asked.
     “No-o-o!” Nakazawa dragged out the one-syllable word.
     "As in the attorney general -- like for the whole country!”
     “I wonder what that’s all about?” Schofield said, more to himself than to Nakazawa.
     “They say national security,” Nakazawa explained, “which usually means someone wants to stay anonymous. At least that’s been my experience.”
     “That had to piss the judge off,” Schofield mused.
     “Ya think?” Nakazawa said, laughing.

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