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chapter three. all cylinders firing.
Sam sits up in her and Jays bed, Gracie sleeping right next to her, when her phone rings."Hey. How's Trudy?"
"She's still in surgery"
"I can't believe someone attacked her. Do we know if she was targeted?"
"Voight thinks so"
"This is crazy, I'm coming to help find this s.o.b" Sam says, taking the covers off herself.
"Hey, just wait until morning. We're probably not going to find that much tonight anyways"
Sam sighs and says, "Alright. Be careful please"
"Always. I love you"
"I love you too" Sam says, before hanging up the phone. Wyatt walks in and rubs his eyes and says, "Mom. Can I stay in here with you?"
"Of course, baby" Sam says, carefully picking gracies sleeping form, so her 15 year old can get under the covers, "more nightmares?" Wyatt nods his head, as he pulls the covers over his body, "Well, I'm gonna put your sister back in her crib and when I come back, I'll tell you some more stories about your father, how does that sound?" Sam asks and Wyatt smiles.
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"Robert Platt, age 72" Hank says, taping up his picture onto the whiteboard, the next day, on the unit, "well, this is no longer an isolated attack against a sergeant in our district. Mr Platt was found in his apartment. He'd been beaten, shot several times with a .357 caliber."
"He's got no priors but he was investigated by financial crimes and the IRS." Adam says, reading from a file, "three buildings his development company put up, they went bankrupt."
"He made a lot of people rich in the '80s and lost money for them ever since." Al states.
"Neighbors called in shots fired at 10:04 p.m. patrol responded by throwing the zone operator a code 19-Paul" Dawson says.
"And nobody else called in the shots?" Sam asks.
"No, so patrol didn't knock. But that gives us a timeline. Platt leaves her house, offender enters, shoots Robert. Platt buys a water bottle at CVS. 15 minutes later, she's attacked."
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