Reunite Her

Instinct

*4200 South Justine*

Hank and Ana appeared on scene, all vested up, after Jay and Adam were ambushed during a buy bust. The shooters killed the dealers but, luckily, the two cops remained unharmed.

"All right. So where are we?" The older man inquired, glancing at Kevin who was walking backwards a few feet away.

The brunette adjusted her mask, being careful not to hit Hailey who was staying close to her left.

"I got a partial from the shooter's vehicle that fled southbound. CPIC's running it down. A newer-model Silverado." The Officer reported, turning around.

"Any shell casings?" Ana wondered.

Jay suddenly appeared next to his partner while Adam came up on Hank's right, still dressed in their undercover gear.

"19 so far." Kim replied as the group approached where she was standing next to the bodies of the two drug dealers.

"That'll do." The older man tilted his head in acknowledgement and glanced down at the corpses near his feet.

"Assault rifle. Green tip .223s." The female Officer listed.

"All right. Have Forensic bag, tag, and hand-deliver them to Ballistics." Ana ordered.

"Well, we know these two victims are gang-affiliated meth dealers, so hit the streets. Look for beefs, anniversary shootings, all of it." Hank instructed. "Get us PODs, ShotSpotters."

"Hey, whoever did this almost took out two of our own." The brunette reminded them in a dark voice. "Don't forget that."

Everyone scattered off to do their jobs, leaving the Sergeants alone with the two bodies and each other.

*District 21: Bullpen*

Hank, Ana, and Hailey were standing behind Jay near his desk. They all watched as a video played on the computer, showing a man firing a gun up at a camera until it ultimately went out.

"Closest ShotSpotter to the shooting. Looks like someone else got there first." The blonde observed.

"It's from 2300 hours. That's the night before it went down." The male Detective explained.

"Well, tells the shooting was calculated, planned." The older man muttered.

"Do you have anything else?" Ana wondered, crossing her arms.

"Nothing actionable." Kevin replied from a few feet away. "I talked to some of the victim's people. They say they don't know what's going on or who did this."

"Okay. Anything on the shooter's car?" Hank inquired.

"CPIC pieced together the plate from the hot sheet. Vehicle was stolen three days ago." Hailey reported. "We lodged BOLOs, but-

"No, the vehicle's probably torched to the rims by now." Ana shook her head. "We are circling the drain here."

"Actually, maybe not, Sarge." Kim spoke up, walking over with a file in hand and Adam tossed his jacket onto his chair before following her. "OCD busted into two burners found at the Becerra Brothers' place. These are the texts on their phones. 'You sell, you die.' 'I warned you.' 'Muerte.' Dead." She translated.

"There's dozens of 'em. Someone threatened to kill the Becerra Brothers if they didn't get out of the meth game and then they made good on it." Adam summarized.

"Okay, can we trace the texts?" Hank wondered.

"Not to a person. Texts were sent burner-to-burner. But to a neighborhood? Yes." Kim nodded. "OCD puts them in and around Garfield Park."