"Overseas, my unit and I, we always had a bounty on us," Jay said, taking coffee. "Most gangs only pay 10 G for a cop." He added.
"Maybe I should just take you out myself," I told him. "Don't forget you have one on your head," he said. I made an annoyed face.
"You sure, you okay?" Al asked me. "I'm fine. It's Jeff and his firefighter saving/rescue instincts," I said, putting my hands on my face. "I'm pretty sure he has a crowbar beside my door," I said.
"Coke dealer one time put a million dollar tag on me and Voight," Al said. All of us looked at him.
"What? How'd you handle that?" Ruzek asked.
"Well, you dust yourself. Never go home the same way twice. Run red lights. If a car follows you through one, you chamber a round, and you handle business." he said. I let out a sigh. "Jeff is gonna freak out," I whispered.
"All right. This is Billy fagan." Hank said, putting up his picture.
"Small time hood had ties to a local outfit. I've run into him a couple of times. This is Billy fagan seven hours ago." putting up his picture where he was dead.
"Organized crime found a dollar bill pinned to his chest. They looked into the Serbians, the cartels, coming up empty." Hank said.
"We taking this from organized crime because he was your poker buddy?" Erin asked in a very angry tone. She has been upset with Hank and the internal affairs stuff.
"Start reaching out to your C. I.'s." Hank ordered and looked at Erin. "You got a sec?" he asked Erin, and both went inside the office.
Jay placed a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, you know I'm here with you right?" he asked. I placed a hand on his when he caught tightly.
"Yeah, Yeah" I said. He gave my hand a squeeze and walked away.
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We got to the scene where we had intel for a man murdered with a shotgun.
"Brent Norelli. Assault, armed robbery." Hank showed us the picture. "Even did six months at the Cook County psych ward. Norelli inherited this lumber yard from his old man, but it's just a front. He just broke off from the outfit old-timers, but he's already making plays for some of their rackets." He said.
"Let's go." Al said as we made our way into the warehouse. We moved as a mouse and soon surrounded everyone.
"Chicago Police! Freeze! Get on your knees. Get down! Chicago Police! On your knees, hands up!"
A box fell, spilling drugs on the ground. "10 years worth of oxy," Dawson said.
"Where's Norelli?" Hank asked, putting one in a corner.
"He's in the store room." the man answered. We all positioned in front of the storeroom door. I looked at everyone and gave a nod.
"Chicago Police!" I shouted when bullets rained on us. Dawson looked through the bullet hole and shot the guy when Jay rushed in.
"Don't move! Drop it! Drop it now!" he said, getting him under his feet when I tore the guy's shirt and found a vest.
"Nice vest," I said, hitting him on the ground.
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Unfortunately, the guy we got was not linked to the murders. Jay got off the phone.[Handcuffs clicking]
"One blast of double ought buckshot killed both fagan and Marcello. No shells were found at either murder. Crime scene estimates the killer's height based on blood splatter to be 5'10", which narrows it down." Jay explained.
"There was no forced entry to any of the doors or windows in Marcello's building. There's a fire escape in the back, but it doesn't lead to the roof. You'd have to climb up from there, which is not an easy feat. But it's the only way that somebody could've come and gone unnoticed." Erin said.
"How long have you been doing this?" Al asked.
"All right, and how many gun murders have we seen before these?" He questioned again.
"Two," Hank answered.
"He's a pro," I said.
"Or a redneck," Kevin said.
"Pro redneck. I'm calling it." Jay said, putting his hand out.
