#3 The Red, White and Chicago Blue

Chapter 9 "That Flashback"

They approached the scene, to find Fifty One already there. When the fire was out, Justin and Peter were given the clearance to enter the building,

"This is just scary."

"What is?" Peter asked him.

"All these similarities to him."

"Are you talking about Greg?"

"Yeah. Where did you find the body?"

"Down the hall in the bedroom."

"Please don't tell me she was wearing green nail polish."

"I didn't check to see. I was gonna wait until you guys got here to do any further inspection. Follow me." He lied.

He followed Peter down the hall and he immediately looked at the hands. "She got burned pretty bad. I don't think even forensics could figure this one out."

As he went to get up, he could feel a tiny glass bottle hit his foot. "What's this?" He picked it up. The outside was so badly burned that he couldn't make heads or tails of what it was.

"Maybe try opening it?" Peter suggested.

"Do you have rubber gloves? If there's prints on it, I don't wanna damage them."

"I think Ember and Mackenzie might have some in the ambo. I'll go ask."

He poked his head out of the front door. "Hey Casey, got any rubber gloves in the ambo?"

"I think we do. I'll check." Mackenzie yelled back and then dashed back over to the ambulance.

He could hear sounds of stuff being shifted and thrown around. "Oh yeah. Here you go!"

She tossed him the box and after he took a pair out, he tossed it back to her.

"Hey Justin, I got some!"

He put the gloves on and took a closer look at the bottle. "Do you know what this is, chief?"

"It looks like nail polish to me."

"Let's see."

Justin unscrewed the cap, revealing the color green. "It was him."

"Who him?"

"Donovan Yates."

"Greg's kid?!"

"Unfortunately."

"We're gonna further inspect and see if we find anything. We'll call you if we do."

"Okay, thank you."

The phone on Nadia's desk began ringing loudly. She picked it up. "Chicago police, Intelligence."

"Hey Nadia. It's Sergeant Stabler."

"Sergeant Cynthia Stabler?"

"Yeah."

"What can I help you with?"

"Is my sister there?"

"Erin? No, she's home. But I can call her and let her know you wanna talk to her."

"That would be great, thank you."

As Cynthia went to call Erin, Erin was calling her. She picked up the phone.

"Hey Cynth, Nadia said you wanted to talk to me?"

"Yeah. Mom told me you caught a rape case. Eerily similar to a certain someone."

"Yeah we did. It was pretty scary."

"Was she wearing green nail polish?"

"She was."