"We got a claim from a ex convict who says he's being attacked." Voight announced as he put up the face of a younger military looking guy on the board.
Dawson sighed as he saw the picture appear. Kev instantly noticed this.
"Claim?" Ruzek asked.
"He isnt being attacked himself but he's claiming people around him are being attacked."
"Clint Tresport?" Dawson asked Voight.
"Know him?" Kev asked.
"Yeah, owns a boxing gym on the north side... Takes in kids as well... couldn't imagine him being the convict he was by the way he is now..."
"Ok lets get down there... Alvin, Kevin and Adam sweep the block for suspicious activity. Jay and Erin will look around the gym and talk to people. Antonio and I will talk to Clint." Voight ordered. Everyone nodded their heads as the got up.
"The kids started getting more secretive this fall, then one accidentally revealed a giant bruise on his neck." Clint told.
"Who was it?" Dawson asked.
Clint sighed as he looked down at the mats then straight into Antonio's eyes.
"I dont know... Kids, thats as much as my kids say.!"
"
Clint nodded at Voight.
"If they were attacking me i would be ok... But that they are attacking the kids... I have a few that ride bikes for miles to get here, one's was stolen in a attack. One kid walks 15 miles to get here. I want them safe..."
Voight gave Clint a small sympathetic smile.
"How bad has it gotten?"
"Well the regular is black eye and bruises but this past week a base ball bat snapped two ribs..."
Antonio sighed.
"Why haven't you told the police before?" Voight asked.
"I did... Three times... They dismissed it as kids being kids but every time i call the attacks are worst the next time... I had to get help that might stand a chance..."
Just then a kid in a dark red hoodie entered the gym panting. He had a navy backpack and was wearing jeans. As he calmed down and passed the three men talking, he avoided all eye contact. As soon as he got 3 feet away, Clint spun around and walked towards him.
"Hold it!" He ordered.
Visibly apprehensive the kid stopped. Clint pulled his hood off, revealing it was a she. A long purple bruise from her left temple till past her eye was throbbing on her head.
"Jasper..." Clint sighed.
"I didnt want to worry you... Who are they?" She asked out of breath.
"This is Sergeant Hank Voight and Detective Antonio Dawson..."
Her eyes widened just a little, Antonio suspected she knew about Voight.
"Nice to meet you guys... Coach... Im gonna work on..."
"Ice... Get some ice sit down rest for 5 minuets, and then start... 15 mile run isn't my idea of a warmup..."
She nodded.
"Jasper, did you get a look at the faces?" Voight asked.
"Always come from behind..."
She answered before heading into a back room.
At the district
"Tresport was convicted in 2003 for drug handling and selling. He was also a kind a guy who had contacts for everything... Hit men, illegal weapons, ect. He worked out everything by community service hours and giving all the information he could on everyone... Then he enlisted in the air force and returned 2 years ago to open the boxing gym..." Voight explained.
"Easy, any of his contacts..." Halstead stated.
"I looked through all the leads he gave... All of the operations are wiped out and so are any allies." Dawson answered.
Voight was at home when he got a call at 1:24 a.m.
"Voight..."
"Voight? Sorry to call so late... Its Clint... I figured you needed to know..."
"Know what?"
"One kid literally got dropped off at my front door beaten bruised most of his skin is blue or purple..."
"Is he conscious? Are you taking him to Chicago Med?"
"I was calling and asking if that was a good idea..."
"Yeah, he's good at Chicago Med we have connections... I will meet you there in 15 minuets."
"Ok thanks Voight."