Agnes's Stakeout House of Porcelain Kitty Doom, Honolulu

So Steve and Danny had been in this doily-covered grandma nightmare for a couple of days now. They'd discovered a huge bag of weed in the kitchen cabinet that belonged to a brain trust named Ricky (who'd unlocked the door to take care of Mr. Pickles, seen Steve and Danny, and thought he'd let himself into the wrong apartment), watched their suspect do extremely boring at-home things, and sniped at each other.

Now Steve was putting away the remains of their Indian takeout dinner (that Danny was huffy about for reasons that completely escaped Steve's understanding) as the surveillance equipment picked up the sounds of conversation. "Isn't that the jewelry store owner?" he asked, frowning.

[OOC: For the partner!]