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Sergeant Foyan.

You remember Arturo Dominguez?

No. Not the clarinet player.

Smooth jazz.

Kind of forgettable by design.

Arturo Dominguez, the drug dealer.

Southside.

No. Really?

You arrested him for trafficking back in 2023.

I'm trying to get a clear picture of the money flow on that case.

The money flow?

That's right.

Expenses over time.

Distributions. Granular, I know, but you can't do a full financial audit without

the finances.

So that's what you're here to do, a financial audit?

That's certainly part of it.

Like I said, it's a full inventory of the unit.

Looking for any and all inefficiencies.

Well, everything you're looking for is in the case files you took.

Right, but some of the files are missing.

Any thoughts on why?

Spring cleaning.

Stuff gets misplaced.

I'm just reminding you, he's not IAD.

It's not a confidential matters investigation.

Call it what you want. I got an outsider digging around looking for a reason to

dismantle my team. No one I know will say a word about this guy. I just want

to know who he really is.

Okay. I can press my contacts, but what are we looking for?

Clarity or leverage?

Both. Thanks.

Am I seeing a ghost?

Please, you forgot the signal.

I didn't recognize your sad little car. Where are the two spokes and the Vogue

tires? I'm a grown-ass man now, boy. Low-key be the new black.

Meet me at the spot.

Private school?

Mm-hmm.

Layla put a foot down.

Little man got the blazer, the book bag, the whole nine.

Applying to college is next year.

Hey, good for you, LaShawn.

Tell you the truth, I didn't think Layla was gonna keep you around.

Believe in miracles, Hoss.

So you back in the game?

Hell nah.

Watching my back every day?

Can't trust nobody?

Hell nah.

Well, I know you didn't chase me down just to drink my beer.

Same piss-poor stuff you be slinging ten years ago.

You know that inlet by Jefferson substation?

Y'all should take a look in the water.

Why?

What do you mean, why?

I'm giving you something here.

Then you're not my C.I. anymore.

Just look in the damn water.

Don't tell nobody you heard it from me.

What am I looking for?

I ain't got that for you.

This is real.

Not once did I ever serve you up a negative.

Yeah, because you were working off a felony charge. What's in it for you now?

Just a concerned citizen.

You gotta do better than that.

Do I?

I know you, Voight.

You're gonna check it out either way.

I'm really loving your source right now, Hank.

Can you give it one more pass?

Best Friday night ever.

Hey!

I found something!

It's heavy.

Maybe it breaks under or something.

Okay, I got it.

I think I got something, too!

Six bags so far. Upper torso, pelvis, upper and lower left leg, upper and

lower left arm.

And no head?

No.

That plus the water damage makes this a tough ID.

All I can tell you now is black female.

Based on bloat, she was in there two to four weeks.

I'll have more when I get her back to the lab.

Easiest points of access are a couple of footpaths near the east gate. Can't

imagine them getting those heavy bags in anywhere else.

Pods are spotty, but we'll check it.

Check the perimeter, too. Going back two months. Same timeline, two months. Dig

into all missing persons. On it.

Let's hope someone was looking for her.

Sergeant, just a heads up. I'd love to get into the weeds with you on this

case. It's easier to assess the unit in real time. Can I ask, what was the intel

that led you to order the dive team?

Jane Doe, dismembered, dumped in the water.

Anything else you need to know will be documented in the report.

The report?

Like Dominguez's case?

Exactly like that.

How did you know about the body?

Damn.

How you sneaking up on me for?

What, you prefer I do this on your front lawn with your neighbors watching?

How did you know there was a body in the water?

I don't know anything about a body.

All I heard... Was the water by the substation?

You're lying.

On my son, G. Bro, this woman was chopped into pieces and shoved into

shopping bags.

Now, what else do you know, LaShawn? Talk.

I did talk.

You said it yourself.

I ain't your CI no more.

You don't own one inch of my ass.

So go do your job.

Find out on your own. I will.

And when I do, I won't protect you.

Bet. I had nothing to do with it anyway.

What? With who?

Okay, I'm coming.

Excuse me. Have you identified the black female they found by Jefferson

substation? We don't have any information yet. Listen, we'd like to

see the remains.

Okay, we can help.

We'd just like to see the remains.

Excuse me.

I haven't told them a word yet.

Thought they won't be leaving.

They're all moms with missing kids. Met at the WeWalk for her march.

They show up every time they hear dead female on police scanners.

But this time, it doesn't feel like a long shot.

Bone analysis puts the victim at 15 to 17 years old.

Those women are in their late 30s and 40s.

Odds are this is one of their daughters.

Her hyoid bone is fractured.

There's tearing in the lung tissue.

She was choked to death.

The cuts were post-mortem. They're not clean.

I'm guessing the offender used some sort of saw.

Hard to identify further.

I've put all this in my report, but... I'll talk to the mothers.

I know you want to help, but the body we recovered isn't identifiable. There's

just too much water damage.

Well, I will recognize my daughter's face, no matter how much damage there

is. Exactly.

We didn't recover the head last night.

Until we do, our only option is DNA matching, and that takes time.

I can't do this. Yes, you can.

We're in this together.

We're gonna get through it.

Together.

What can we do to help?

Well, can you think of any of your daughter's identifying features that

might be under the surface?

You know, broken bones, surgeries.

May anything to help us make an ID.

India Lewis, Kendra Simmons, and Bailey Young.

These are the closest potential fits, 15 to 17 years old, all missing within the

last two months.

Fits the timeline for how long the remains were in the water.

And no other open cases from that window? Not within our age range.

I have calls out... Calls out to all the detectives working

their missing cases.

Yeah, we're working their socials too. Yeah, socials, friends, boyfriends,

enemies. Just retrace their steps before they disappear.

Boss, I got something here.

This is 17 days ago, 2.37 a.m.

That's too dark for a facial record.

But that right there, that's eight bags dumped at the recovery site. We only

found six.

Two missing. One of them's got to be the head, but why wasn't it there?

Well, there's ripples in the water.

Wind.

Body releases gas during decomp.

Gas fills a sealed bag, inflates it like a balloon.

Even with the bricks, the head could float, and wind could blow it outside

the inlet.

I keep digging into the girls, Ruzek, unless you and me go check. Actually,

the head doesn't release much gas during decomp.

Brain turns to liquid.

But a hungry turtle could not. The bag could, uh...

make the brick fall out and the brain float away on its own. So yes, worth

looking into.

Hungry turtle.

Crack the case.

Ruth. Yeah.

Which one of the girls had a skull fracture?

Kendra Simmons.

And we just found her.

Lopez? Detective Burgess Intelligence?

Tough news about Kendra Simmons.

I knew it could end with Kendra gone.

But this way?

What was done to my child?

We're doing everything we possibly can to find who's responsible, okay?

Can you tell me about the day that Kendra disappeared?

It was a Friday.

Kendra comes home after school for a snack, then walks six blocks to her

volunteer job at a local women's shelter.

She needed that job for college, but she ended up loving it.

She'd usually stay at the shelter till seven to help set up dinner. The day she

goes missing, Kendra tells her supervisor she's been feeling well and

leaves at six.

Kendra loved interior design.

Loved planning.

Every year she made a vision board to set goals for herself.

Hold herself accountable.

This is Kendra leaving the shelter that night.

Okay. Thing is, she's going the opposite direction of her house. No bus stop that

way, no pharmacy, nothing.

You think she was meeting someone?

Absolutely. She had so, so many dreams.

I can see why she'd want a private account.

Half the time her mother thought she was volunteering at the shelter, Kendra was

living a completely different life.

That guy.

A lot of photos of this guy. He's like twice her age. We know him?

Rob Parker, 32 years old, known as B-Rock, runs a corner near the women's

shelter where Kendra volunteered.

Bilson in narcotics has been working B-Rock's tip for months. He's been

arrested half a dozen times and nothing. No convictions, no DNA in the system,

and nobody's willing to flip. So how is he tied to Kendra? Detective Lopez found

a pay-as-you-go phone used for texting.

So we think Kendra was talking to B-Rock.

We know she was. And more than just texting, they had a bunch of plans to

meet up, some bad poetry, sexting.

He's 32.

B-Rock is known in the neighborhood for being into teenage girls.

Kendra's texts change about a week before she disappears. They're shorter,

more detached.

The last one she got says, you play with my emotions, you play with fire, love

turned to hate in a heartbeat.

That's a threat. I've also got footage of that Buick in the area of the inlet

the night her body was dumped. I mean, this guy looks real good for it.

We've at least got enough PC to pull him in. Not to convict.

No way he talks in a box.

All right, so we get him to talk on the outside.

Hey, make sure the ME holds Kendra's information for a few more hours.

Get a warrant for a listening device on the dope file. We'll tickle the wire.

We'll make him talk.

All right, I got eyes on the side lot.

A lot of people, at least eight, are armed.

Got B-Rock going back for his auntie's potato salad.

Yeah, copy that. Imani?

Yeah, I'm good to go. I got eyes on B-Rock's car.

All clear.

Okay, let's move.

How you doing Rob You

don't know me.

Oh, yeah, I do You're a pillar of the community. Everybody knows you.

That's why I want you to be the first to know that we pulled Kendra Simmons'

remains out of the water last night.

Damn adhesive.

I pray for our moms.

And I pray for you. For me? Oh, I'm good.

Anything you want to tell me?

Get ahead of it?

Nah.

Nothing I could think of.

Okay.

I'll be seeing you then.

All right,

I got B-Rock moving with one of his crew.

He is headed right towards you, Imani.

Tell me you're close.

Okay, Imani, they're about to round the corner.

Do we need an intercept?

We're live

Help me out.

That's my money.

Now the police stepping to me about that nonsense.

You want to go to the crib?

Yeah. Need to chill.

You know, get my mental strength before I have to go deal with this.

They stepping to me like they know something about that bitch.

Now if I find out... What's happening?

Mom, what the hell is happening?

I don't know.

We've got no audio. We've got no GPS. It just shut off completely.

Adam, what do you see?

I got eyes on the car. Can't see inside.

No, no. No, it was up.

I stuck it on there real good. Like, it's brand new.

It must have just cut out. Well, we just got burnt.

Still no signal from the tracker.

You see he's got eyes on B-Rock. He's at his house. Car's there. Hasn't moved.

We didn't see anyone who could have made it. Not from my angle, no. I thought I

was clean.

So what?

The text crap, that's our answer? B-Rock's mid-sentence when the thing

shuts off, so if we were made, my bet's on the girl driving the car. So who is

she?

Tia Atwell. She sells packs on B-Rock's corner.

Drives him around.

Well, you must trust her.

She's a loyal soldier. Did 14 months in Joliet for delivery. Ate the whole

charge, never flipped.

Wait, wait, wait.

I got an alert the tracker's back on. Pull it up.

B-Rock and his car are at his place?

Yeah. Because this thing's springing from six miles from there. The field of

error is 30 meters, but it looks like 18th and Keeler in Lawndale, Warehouse

District. What the hell's it doing there?

Let's find out.

I think the signal just went off.

We're being watched.

Yo, put them guns away.

Show yourself.

I ain't about to get shot by the police. Put him away or I'll fade.

Ain't your fault.

I peeped y'all on the streets.

Man's got some heavy ass footsteps.

Man's got a thing for teenage girls and murder.

B-Rock know about the device?

No.

Why'd you turn it off?

Because he ain't about to give you the proof that he killed that girl in the

chopper. But I can.

For 30 grand, I can give you everything you need.

That's not how it works.

So you tell us what you know, and we don't book you for obstruction.

No.

If I tell you what I know, I'm dead, straight up.

But for 30 Gs, I can get out of Chicago.

Fresh start, new life.

It's the only way I can talk.

Blue shopping bags.

I'm legit.

And I'm all you got.

$30,000.

Young lady's got game. And leverage.

We don't have B-Rock's DNA, and we're not finding anybody else this close to

him willing to talk, not anytime soon, anyway.

Well, if she gives us B-Rock on the murder, it's worth it. We got that in

the 1505 funds. The money's on it. Uh, no.

Actually, we don't have the 1505 fund. Chief's office told me it's frozen and

we can't use it.

What?

What's Washburn doing?

It's not Washburn.

Hey, do me a favor. Call Suzette Simmons.

I want you to explain to her why we can't offer reward money for a

daughter's murderer.

The 1505 fund.

You play games with our money in the middle of an investigation?

I'm not playing games. This is part of the audit. This is my job.

It is easier to track the money... Bro, I got a murdered 16-year-old girl.

Just unfreeze the funds.

I can't do that.

Not in any timely fashion.

But I can get you the money.

Private donor?

Look, I know one. His name is Bill Sikowsky. He's a friend of the

department. I'm actually shocked you guys don't use these guys more often.

They have deep pockets and they're willing to help.

Every national police department takes private donations. Okay, I know how

donors work.

Their money comes with strings.

That's why I don't use them.

You got some other way you want to help me?

Hmm? I...

Charlie Boyden grew up poor in Flint, Michigan.

He got a full scholarship to Harvard for finance, switched to law his junior

year, graduated magna cum laude, and topped up his class at Quantico. I can't

use any of that. I know, but that's all I got.

Because nobody has a bad word to say about him. The reason you can't find any

dirt is because he hasn't got any. Nobody is that clean. Except for maybe

this kid.

Trudy, he's interfering with my active cases now. I need something I can use.

Sarge, I think I have a way in with Tia.

Corner's almost dead.

No wonder she's making moves.

Y'all ready to do business?

We know about your sister.

What, Sonya?

Yeah, they got her up in Cook County.

So? So, the woman that she assaulted died last week.

Her ag assault charges just got bumped up to first-degree murder.

That's life in prison. Sonya's done.

You give us B-Rock like you said you can, I'll talk to the ASA. She'll be

looking at manslaughter.

What about my money?

There is no money.

Family loyalty.

That's your play.

My family are monsters.

Why you think I ended up in this game?

I ain't putting ten toes down for none of them, especially my sister.

She's bad people.

She deserves to do life. Yeah, what about Kendra?

She deserved to be tortured, murdered, then chopped into pieces?

No.

She didn't deserve none of that.

But what do you think B-Rock is gonna do to me?

I didn't ask to know what I know, and I sure as hell ain't dying for it.

You can threaten me all you want.

Only way you're going to get what you need is my way.

Sergeant, got an extra ginger beet juice here if you're interested. The Sikowsky

money.

What does it cost me?

Oh, we're talking about this now.

Okay, good, yes.

Um... Sikowsky might want a favor down the road, but also, he might not.

If anything, it could be something that aligns... I'm asking about you.

Me.

I'm not owing you anything.

So, what is it that you want?

The Mingus file?

You know, some contacts of mine from the Bureau.

I've reached out.

Told me that members of the 21st District have been asking questions

about me.

That was you, correct?

You know what I really want?

Your trust.

Yeah, well, that's not on the table.

How do people usually get it?

They don't have to ask me that question.

You know...

I've been police a long time.

Every year or two, someone like you shows up. Maybe different letters of the

alphabet, but it's always the same.

You're out of ambition, am I right?

I would like to use this placement as a stepping stone, yes.

Mm-hmm.

Before you started insulting me...

Were you about to ask me to get you the Sikowsky money as soon as you tell me

what it costs

How

about the Dominguez file I'll have

the money for you tomorrow

Be where can you pick up Kendra from the shelter? Maybe five six times you wait

around the corner.

Yeah, and I'll take her to him She needed somebody to talk to so she talked

to me Teddy I take it to his basement has sex old mattress on the floor next

to a bunch of tools and supplies She thought it's romantic.

She called it the nest Things must have changed as a couple of weeks later

Kendra be dropping hints about one now wanted to end things with B-Rock, I'm

like, girl, that ain't how this brother does things.

She said they were gonna have that talk anyway.

As she disappeared, I dropped that B-Rock script.

She said, wish me luck.

Never saw her after that.

Next day, B-Rock's in the back of the car.

on his phone laughing about how he chopped it up with Kendra in his

basement. Where he used those exact words?

Mm-hmm.

I saw those shopping bags in the back of his trunk the day before.

I ain't been able to get it out of my head.

Images.

B-Rock killed her in his basement.

Swear you're gonna find what you need.

Right below his damn feet.

This isn't it.

No one's been down here for years.

I want to know what the hell Tia thought she was getting by lying to us.

She wasn't lying. She knew B-Rock would come after her. I don't think she risked

that for a lie. Probably thought she knew what she was talking about. She got

it wrong.

Too many details line up. The timeline, the shopping bags, the text.

She was right. She was wrong about the address.

All right, then we got to figure out what the hell Tia missed.

Otherwise we're back at one

Well, you got something?

Tia said the nest.

And in Kendra's text, she and B-Rock talk about the nest.

She had plans to fix it up. She was real excited.

It says here, nobody understands how beautiful it's gonna be.

Who do you think nobody is?

I bet she was Kendra's mom.

Kendra kept Suzette in the dark. You're saying she reached out?

I'm saying...

People have ways of showing you who they are.

And when you love them, sometimes you don't want to look.

You try to normalize it.

Tell yourself she's 16.

Don't bring it up.

Don't push her further away.

I should have been there.

Hey.

It's not your fault.

Did Kendra ever mention someone named Rob or B-Rock?

Not that I remember.

What about the nest?

The nest?

I mentioned to Kendra this doesn't fit her style.

She told me I wasn't looking deep enough, that she could turn it into

something.

You think that place has a basement?

If you cut through the lot down the street, it's a five-minute walk from B

-Rock's house.

He probably promised Kendra he'd buy her this place, let her fix it up.

Night of, he brings her here, he kills her instead.

But? We're checking.

It's officially vacant. We can go paperless.

It's locked.

Yeah, this is it.

I smell bleach.

A B-Rock. Wiped everything down.

Let's keep looking.

He didn't claim what he didn't see.

Boink.

Water in the bell trap.

Hair with blood on it.

Sarge, you copy?

Go ahead.

Blood came back. It's Kendra's, and we got multiple hits from B-Growth coming

and going from the pod down the street.

The light's green, boss.

On my way. We going hard.

Come on, Rob. It's over.

Sergeant Voight.

Did you clear it?

Yeah. Kendra's case is closed.

Great.

And Tia got the money we arranged?

Yeah.

She's on a bus to New Jersey as we speak.

Right story, wrong basement.

She still earned it, though, right?

Hey, um, I called Suzette Simmons, Kendra's mom, like you said, too, and,

um, she is an incredibly strong person.

She told me that she's part of a group of mothers with missing children.

Yeah, I know.

Yes, right.

Well, anyway, I put in a call to Chief Washburn.

The missing persons unit hasn't been audited yet, but it seems like their

resources are less than sufficient.

So I'm going to try to run some funds down that way.

Maybe some extra personnel.

You should probably get some flowers for that thing, huh?

Oh, it's not for flowers. It's for Flint.

Michigan.

It's where I grew up.

I, uh...

I knew a lot of people who got sick.

From the water?

Yeah.

It's amazing how something can be so clear and simple and deadly.

Nobody from Flint looked under the surface.

Then they did, and the government just... didn't care.

Which was, um... Well... I had to watch a lot of people I love get very

sick.

Anyway, that's the base.

It's just a reminder. I know that sounds insane, but you know, there it is.

Probably should have picked something a little less clunky.

Probably.

Sergeant? Hank, you took B-Rock off the board yesterday, right?

Yeah, why?

Because his corner's been up and running like a factory since late last night.

Last night? That doesn't make sense.

That's too damn fast.

Unless somebody knew it was coming.

The shot!