I got out of my car and rushed inside District 21. I ran past Platt. "Hey, Grey! Knock it off before you kill someone," she said as I put the password and climbed the stairs. I entered in and noticed Jay, along with Hank and Voight. Al gave me a shrug. The Rodrigo boy was dead, and they suspect Jay.
They came outside, and I noticed Jay without Badge and Gun. He has been suspended. I walked towards them. Jay looked at me. "Sarge, I can be his alibi. I can-" I started.
"Don't," Jay said. "Jay, I know you didn't-" I started. "No," Hank said. I looked at him, pleading. "He brought this upon himself, Grey. It's up to him," he said and walked in. Me and Jay shared a look.
"Tell me if you find something," I said when he walked away. Erin stopped him for a minute, and then he walked out. Jin walked towards us. "We have a case," he said.
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A man was killed, and his torso was found behind a car. "Hey, the torso recovered from the trunk had an artificial hip, so I asked Jin to trace the serial number and match it to the patient's name," Erin said.
"Doing it that way's faster than a DNA test. Only takes me a couple of hours instead of weeks." Jin said.
"It's a good thing you're back to doing your day job instead of personal favours," Hank said, and Jin looked sad.
"Keep hitting the bushes," Chief said and walked away. We went back to our work.
"Hey, so you think Halstead did it or what?" Ruzek said. All of us gave him a 'Are you serious look'.
"Lindsay, come on, it's a question. You never know around here sometimes." Adam said. I raised a finger towards him. "Shut up," I mouthed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Olinkski asked pissed.
"Nothing," Adam backed off.
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We got a match on the artificial hip. Dr. Richard Elliot, the DNA consultant, testified for the state's attorney. Sumner and Hank questioned his wife and got a name—Nicholas Djurovic, aka Nick the DJ.
We found his address and reached it. We could hear music blasting from inside. Me and Adam shook our heads to the beat, smiling at each other.
"Djurovic, this is CPD!" Antonio shouted, but I was sure it would not be heard because of the music.
"Chicago PD!" Erin shouted when we heard a woman scream inside. We armed ourselves and kicked our way in when all our eyes went wide. He was with three women inside, enjoying himself.
He noticed us and was about to run when he fell off the balcony railing, and his belt caught on. He now hung from the bar by his neck. We all gathered around him and laughed at him.
"You find yourself in an erotic asphyxiation situation here, bud." Adam joked. He asked us to help him.
"What, do we pull him up?" I asked."
"Nah. Let him hang there," he said, and we noticed a Trampoline.
"Do you have an idea, Al?" I asked. "I think I might," he uttered.
I, Al, Adam and Erin came down and pushed the trampoline straight to the hanging man so that Antonio would cut him off, and he fell on it.
"Let 'er rip!" Al shouted. Just as Dawson cut the belt, I noticed the fabric of the trampoline. "Guys, I don't think it will-" he fell right on the trampoline, and the fabric tore off, making him crash on the ground.
"-Hold him," I finished. He groaned in pain. "Well, that didn't work," Al said.
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