Hey, guys! Today is new story day from WritingChicago!
This story...definitely will get deeper in later chapters. Hopefully it can grab your heart right out of your chest. I just want to work on my writing. This is like the fourth time I've restarted this story. Hopefully it turns out good for you guys!
Jay hated looking at the empty desk in front of him. It was too short, yet too long since Erin left. Or to him, since he had driven her away. That's all could think about. And, he couldn't get his head off of it. Of the idea that he needed to let her go. She had left the Intelligence family, and Jay's family. Leaving him, right before moving, still having both or their apartments for sale, along with paying for the new house. Leaving him, with harsh, yet to know, confusing reasoning. Leaving him, before the wedding, to defend for himself.
He thought about it, but he had to let it go someday. But, thinking about how to forget, just made it harder. But, it's good they have a new case to keep everyone busy.
Voight and Antonio walked into the bullpen from Voight's office.
"Alright, we got a John Doe. In 2007, he worked with Lonnie Rodiger on the murder of Ben Corson. But, we have no history, name, or ID of this guy." Antonio said.
Well, that sure didn't lift Jay's spirits. Antonio looked at Jay for a moment, he didn't look back at him.
"Now we think he's going solo. Two moms in this neighborhood reported missing children. The first, Peyton Mingo, 8 year old girl. Neighbors say they saw a black van driving around during the time of the kidnapping. And, the street behind 'em, Madison Emily. 7 years old, the same black van." Voight said.
"Apparently the two girls are best friends, they go to the same school, with each other everyday. Can't get away from each other."
"We think it's the John Doe that worked with Rodiger, even though we don't know his identity, he left a big clue."
"Hey, guys…" Platt chimed in, as she stood on the steps to the bullpen,"that mom is here to talk to you."
"Send her up here."Voight replied. Platt nodded annoyed and went back down the stairs to get her.
Jay sat at the table across from her, along with Antonio, and Voight was standing against the countertop and sink. They were in the small conference/kitchen/lounge room next to Voight's office.
"So what's the hustle about?" Voight asked.
"Well, uh, it's my husband. The day Madison was kidnapped, a few hours earlier, he left. And since she was kidnapped he never came back. I think he might've...had something to do with Maddie and Peyton…" The mother began to sob.
"Now, Jean, was he acting any different before he left?" Antonio asked. She nodded, yes.
"He was hostile and seemed like he just wanted to leave. He started fights and arguments with me, for no reason. It's like he was hiding something…"
"Do you have any information on him? Any pictures?" Jay asked.
"No, he threw my phone across the room and broke it. I have nothing of him now. His name is Randall. He's 39. He works as a big CEO for steel company headquarters."
"Did any of his co-workers seem odd?"
"I-I haven't really meet his co-workers before, but I know his friend, that works there with him, has some sort of recent criminal record. He'd talk to me about it. He said he was working on some sort of new act. He told me he wanted to get rid of him as his friend because of it. Peer pressure. But, now since this happened, I don't know if it was his friend."
Antonio looked at Jay and Voight. Then, Voight grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and set it on the table.
"I need you to write down anything that he said to you about that. Think hard. You said he works at the steel company headquarters?"
"Yeah."
"What's is name?"
"Uh, Jeffrey Dee."
"Let's go." Voight motioned for his detectives to come with him. They kept the mother there to write down anything she heard.
"Halstead, Antonio…I need you two to do whatever you gotta do to get that guy here."
"We got it, Sarge." Jay said. And the two boys headed to the garage and to the car. The were about to be the bad cops in Chicago.
To be continued...