Trust Her

False Positive

*4000 Avers North Lawndale*

The members of the Intelligence Unit all watched as the bodies of two young boys were carried out of a house and over to a couple of nearby stretchers while a woman's wails could be heard from beyon the yellow table.

Ana swallowed, thickly, as she and Hank turned to face their team with a pair of grim expressions. The older man discreetly grabbed ahold of his wife's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze before looking at Jay.

"It looks like a dope hit gone wrong. Kids weren't supposed to be inside." He shook his head. "I- I think the offender kicked in the door and he just stumbled across the kids by mistake."

"Covered his tracks." Hank muttered, feeling the grip on his hand tighten a bit.

"Yeah. In the living room I found the two local kids, David Tatum and Aaron Powell. They were both shot in the head. Everybody was done at close range." Jay swallowed, looking down. "A third kid made it. He's uninjured."

"Yeah, they're taking him to Med to get checked out." Vanessa added, quietly.

"Did he see anything?" Ana inquired, softly.

"He was taking a pee. He was in the bathroom the whole time. That's what saved him. It's where I found him. Talked to Patrol, he said that he heard the shots but he didn't see anything." Jay explained. "Um, guy guarding the door is ID'd as Rayford Godfrey. He's a Hustlers food soldier. I think he died immediately. Guys on the corner said that Ray was soft for the kids, so he probably just let them in to play video games."

"Are those the bangers you talked to?" Hank wondered, spotting a few of them being interviewed by a patrol officer a few feet away.

"Yeah. West Side Hustlers. This is their joint." The male Detective nodded. "It's a stash house, flop house, et cetera. Shot caller's around the block. His name's Kareem. He's willing to talk to us."

The two Sergeants shared a quick look.

"Well, we're running point on this. So neighbors, footprints, barking dogs, the means, the ends, we run it all down." The older man decided.

"Okay, any PODs or Shot Spotters?" Ana asked.

"Not on the block." Kim replied.

"We'll expand the perimeter." Kevin offered.

Hank just glanced at the floor.

"These people need answers." He pointed out.

"So we are gonna get them some." Ana finished for him.

The older man looked around at each member of the team before eventually landing on his wife and pecking her on the lips.

"All right, Jay." He nodded for the male Detective to follow him and held up a strip of yellow tape so they could walk under it.

*District 21: Bullpen*

Ana was seated at her desk but suddenly looked up when Hank and Jay walked in from the Basement/Garage Area.

"All right, here's what we got. Crystal ketamine, 400 grams packed up in jabs. Two handguns, a semiautomatic rifle, roughly 23 grand in cash." The older man listed, stopping next to the brunette while the Detective made his way over to his desk.

"It's in small bills, sorted in bundles." He added.

"They have any idea who did it?" Adam wondered.

"No, not yet." Hank shook his head.

"Then let's look at rivals, recently released violent offenders amd potential anniversary retributions. All of it." Ana instructed.

"We're on it." Adam assured.