The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Outside the Honolulu Airport, in front of a concierge car providing high-end shuttle service, the driver was putting luggage into the trunk. Jack walked up and greeted a middle-aged white man who had just sat in the back seat.

"Hello, Stan Edwards?"

"Is there something wrong?" Stan Edwards' face suddenly became serious when he saw the FBI ID in Jack's hand.

Although the current husband of Danny's ex-wife has many wrinkles on his face, he is also a handsome old man with a handsome face that is very consistent with the traditional European and American aesthetics, with a high nose, deep eyes, sharp edges, and a very well-maintained figure.

After being invited by Jack to sit in the passenger seat of the Camaro and seeing Danny squeezed in the back seat, the current brother finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Danny? Why do you want to do this?"

He looked at Jack who started the Camaro and drove off, and then at Danny who curled up in the back seat with a wronged look on his face. He was a little confused about the situation.

Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Although this sports car is said to have four seats, the two rear seats are really too crowded.

杰克如今身高1米86，斯坦·爱德华兹也有1米80出头，就只能委屈丹尼这个身高不到170的小个子了。

"You know what, Stan," Danny poked his head into the cab so he could get more comfortable.

"Since I had a daughter, I have to face many things I have never experienced before, such as buying toys for her, buying lots of beautiful dresses for her, sending messages to chat with her every day, and mobile phone bills that are extremely expensive no matter what package I choose.

But one thing, one thing I never expected was a carjacking. I never thought my baby, not even 10 years old, would experience something like that.

So I'm just asking you this once, Stan, what the hell are you in trouble for?"

"This matter has nothing to do with me, Danny. I was as shocked as you when I heard about it. You know, I have always regarded Grace as my own."

Before Stan could finish his words, Danny interrupted him calmly, although his words were not very polite, "Shut up, Stan, I have to tell you something in advance, the person driving you now is a psychological profiler from the FBI.

He's taken out more terrorists and drug dealers than you've ever seen on TV."

Then he turned to Jack and said, "Tell him, tell this idiot, Jack, whether he is afraid or not, whether he is hiding fear in his heart!"

Being used as a human lie detector was a new experience for Jack. He said helplessly to Stan Edwards, "Mr. Edwards, I'm just here in Hawaii for vacation, and this is not a federal case.

But Danny is my family, and so is Grace, so it's not difficult for me to classify this case as a federal case, so I want to remind you that as a well-informed businessman, you should know that lying to an FBI agent is a felony. "

"If it were before, I would come to you alone and beat you up in public until you told the truth.

You have Jack to thank, you know? He enlightened me, told me not to complicate things, told me to give you a chance, to resolve the dispute in an open and honest way.

So I give you one chance, and I hope you understand that you have only one chance, and before that, I want to remind you one last time.

Because of you, someone held a gun to my daughter." Danny finished his words in one breath and leaned back heavily.

The car was silent for a long time. Stan, whose nose was already slightly oozing with sweat, opened his mouth twice before he told the truth as if he had made up his mind.

"You know I'm a real estate businessman, right? Not long ago I went to see the local real estate commissioner Bruce Hoffman, and the guy gave me a 'bill', just like ordering food at a high-end restaurant.

Each item above was clearly priced, but even though I agreed to the above amounts, that guy was still unsatisfied and tried to continue raising the price, using all sorts of excuses.

So I recorded our conversation with a recorder during our last meeting and threatened to report him.”

"So that's what they're looking for, that recording, right?"

Danny punched the back of the chair, startling Stan. "Danny, I swear to God, I didn't expect that."

"Why don't you just come to me?" Danny's words stunned Stan.

"Are you kidding?" He turned around and looked at his ex-husband in surprise.

Danny glared at his current brother, "Do I look like I'm kidding?"

"No, I mean... I don't know what to say, damn it, you have to believe me, I really didn't expect that bastard dared to threaten my family.

You know, I love Rachel and I love Grace and I would never do anything that could possibly hurt them, and I've walked away from this deal."

Stan tried to continue explaining somewhat incoherently.

"Okay, stop talking." Danny stopped him from saying the next thing, "What you should do next is to hand over the recording to me and then stay in my office, where someone will protect you.

Rachel and Grace are staying at the Hilton for the next few days until this whole thing is over.”

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"What are you going to do next?" After dropping Stan off at Five-O's office, Jack and Danny returned to his car.

This case is not complicated. From the perspective of federal law, wiretapping and recording are subject to the one-party consent rule.

Stan can legally record any conversation he wants, whether it's a phone call or any other conversation, and use it as evidence in court.

Most states in the United States adopt the principle of one-person consent that emulates the federal government, and Hawaii is one of them.

Of course, some states also use the all-party consent rule, such as California and Florida. In these places, the consent of all parties involved in the conversation or call must be obtained before recording can be made. Otherwise, not only will the recorded evidence be invalid, but the behavior will also be deemed illegal.

Therefore, this matter does not require the intervention of Jack, the federal agent. Danny can handle it easily by himself. However, looking at his aggressive look now, it is obvious that he is planning to do something else.

"Of course I'm going to have a good talk with some asshole." Danny hung up the phone and reached for his car keys back.

Half an hour later, Danny got a piece of information from HPD, looked at the photos on it, made a few phone calls, and drove Jack to a restaurant in the city center.

"Are you the real estate commissioner?"

A bald middle-aged man in a linen suit had just paid the bill. When he saw Danny walking towards him and greeting him with a smile on his face, he subconsciously extended his hand.

"Yes, that's right, I'm Bruce Hoffman."