#3 The Red, White and Chicago Blue

Chapter 8 "Watch Your Back"

The next morning at the district, there was a tense and uneasy atmosphere. Upstairs, Diego was making conversation with Ashley.

"Hey kid."

She looked up from typing. "Oh hey!"

"I heard your mother got some call last night."

"Yeah she did."

"Can't you use your tech skills and track the number?"

"I can try, but there's no guarantees I'm gonna find out."

"I'm sure you'll find something. Even if it's just a city location. That's still something."

"I'm gonna do anything I can."

"All I can tell you now, kid...is watch your back."

"Don't try scaring me. It's not gonna work."

***

A man resembling Greg went walking into the district and over to the desk.

"Can I help you?" Trudy asked, displeased with his presence.

"You can. Is there a Kim Ruzek here?"

"Who wants to know?"

"I just wanna ask her a few questions."

"Look pal, you don't come walking into my district demanding to talk to people. You tell me who you are or get out of here."

"Doctor Donovan Yates."

Her eyes grew. "What did you just say?"

"Greg Yates is my father."

"You get your ass out of my district before I kick you to the curb."

"I just wanna speak to her and then I'll be on my way."

"I'm not letting you near that woman. Get out of here."

Kim came out of her office. "What's the problem?"

"Rapist Jr wants to talk to you."

"What did you just call me?"

"Don't sit there and act like you don't know what I'm talking about. Your father beat and raped Nadia. She's lucky to be alive."

"My father is dead. You don't have to worry about him anymore."

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to. This is your last warning. GET OUT OF HERE."

He eyed the name plate on Kim's desk in her office. "Are you Commander Ruzek?"

"What do you want, Donovan?"

"I just need to speak with you for a minute. Please, just a moment of your time."

She let out an angry huff and exchanged glances with Trudy. Trudy gave her a warning look, but she ignored it.

"Fine. In my office."

After he was seated, she shut the door. "What could you possibly want?"

"You don't remember me, do you?"

"Not really."

"Did you get a phone call the other night? I was warning you that you were next."

"Next for what?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out."

"Out with it before I slap cuffs on you and escort you down to the cage."

"You don't know what I'm getting at, do you?"

"I'm not playing games with you. Especially not after what happened with your jerk of a father."