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[ 083 ] CPD: say her real name

𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

chapter eighty-three ; say her real name
[ season two, episode seventeen ]

""NAME WAS Felicia Evans," Adam told the team. They were at the district late at night. The victim was someone Adam knew. "She was a straight-A liberal arts student at DePaul. A few priors for disturbing political rallies, but that's it."

"What was she doing at the Wexford?" Amy asked from her desk.

Adam stood with his arms crossed. "I don't know."

"More specifically, what's she doing at the Wexford in six-inch heels and a miniskirt?" Hank spoke.

"Well, these big trade conferences, they attract high-priced escorts who come in from all over the country," Antonio informed them. "Maybe she was trying to earn some tuition money." He shrugged.

Adam was quick to turn the idea down. He knew her. He shook his head at the suggestion. "There is no way. This girl wasn't the type."

"How can you be sure?" Jay asked. "You didn't even know her real name till one hour ago."

Alvin was at Wexford with Adam and saw the body fall on a car. "What about the Black Grid group?" He suggested. "You think they had anything to do with this?"

"They're not killers, you know?" Adam replied with no hesitation. "They're college kids with oil jugs."

"Well, either way, have patrol sit on their meeting place." Hank uncrossed his arms. He was trying to come up with suggestions. "What about people in Felicia's life? Maybe they know something."

"Boss, I'm telling you, this guy Sosa, he knows something." Adam sounded annoyed. He desperately wanted to catch whoever killed his friend.

"Damien Sosa's from a big, politically-connected family," Amy told them. She had looked him up. "Apparently, he's in town to negotiate some natural gas deal."

"Well, too bad, 'cause we can't get anywhere near him," Hank retorted. "The feds are afraid we're gonna set off some sex scandal with a foreign crony."

"I got a CI escort who works the Wexford," Antonio told Hank. "I can reach out."

"Do it," Hank nodded. "All right, you start with the body," he told Adam. He then turned to Jay. "Hey, keep him company."

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THEY WERE BACK again at the district for another briefing. "So why would she be hooking at the Wexford?" Hank questioned.

Adam looked tired. He stopped pacing and looked at Hank. "All right, maybe it's a honey trap set up by the Black Grid," he suggested. "Get picked up by someone at the conference, someone like this prick Sosa, all right? Incriminate him. Now, how they knew that he would beeline for her instead of all the other girls in the bar that night, I don't know, but..." he trailed off.