"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...
The two boys drove to the tall skyscraper, hopefully able to catch this guy. They got out of the car and went inside, heading into the stairwell instead of the elevator.
Jay wanted to head for the elevator, Antonio went the other way, so it was settled on the stairs.
They entered the boring office room. It had several different areas that were separated for each worker. It was quiet with a few phones ringing, papers shuffling, and mouses clicking. There were people walking around with coffees, having small talk and chatting amongst themselves.
But, the two detectives walked into the room like badasses. They walked through to the boss' office, everybody in their fancy dresses and suit and ties, staring at them. One of the workers stopped them.
"Hey, you two can't be here who are you?" The man asked. But, the two detectives walked past him, holding up their badges. The barged into the separate office, swinging the door open.
"We're detectives from the Intelligence Unit of the Chicago Police Department." Antonio said.
"One of your workers here is involved with a case we have." Jay added.
"We need to see Jeffrey Dee. Where is he?"
"Oh, uh, excuse you, you can't take my workers!" The boss said.
"We have the right to. Now, do you want to let one of your men remain guilty for a hidden felony, or do you want to do it the easy way?"
"Uh…"
"Yeah, number two? That's what I thought. Where is he?" The man said no more words as he showed them the man who was working at his desk. He minded his own business and kept working, unlike any of the other workers who just stopped and stared. He seemed a bit nervous as well.
"Jeff, these two detectives from the Police Department would like to have a word with you." The boss said, looking guilty for ratting him out.
"What may I help you with, offic-" Jeff tried, but Jay pulled him up and cuffed him easily.
"Come on, let's go to the District, we'll talk there." Jay said.
"What is this?!" He asked confused.
"You'll see."
At the District:
Once they arrived back at the District, they immediately walked the cuffed man to interrogation room. They all stood in silence for a while. The detectives looked at the man, who seemed quite nervous, though hiding it with some sort of true hidden true hidden guiltiness. He had a small smile on his face, seeming like a nice guy.
"So," Antonio started," you seem a little nervous, Jeff."
"Nope, I'm perfectly peachy. How are detecti-" The man tried, but Antonio gave a quick hard slap across the face. He had an scowl on his face. The man looked back up at him with a friendly grin, unoffended.
"You're being a little too nice. Don't stress yourself."
"You should know why you're here, Dee," Voight chimed in,"do you know Randall Mingo?"
"I know nothing of him."
"To hell you don't!"
"Honest!" He said. Voight stared at him and nodded. He looked up at Jay who was leaning in the corner. Then, he stood, took the chair that was across the table from the man and pulled it over, yet an inch away. He sat down and got in his face.
"The more you lie, and the more nice guy you act, the longer you'll be interrogated. And we can keep you in here as long as we want." Jay said.
The man said nothing, he just looked forward at the table with his cheeks sucked in. He didn't make eye contact with anyone.
"Alright, so you seem pretty disturbed by us, you know why you're in here? Because we got two girls in custody of a criminal, and if you don't tell us anything you can be accused guilty of a felony. Because it obviously seems like that right now, so why don't you start talking, huh?"
He looked at Jay at the corner of his eyes.
"Fine," he replied sinisterly,"his real name is Rodney Press. I ain't got no photos or nothing, I just work with the guy.
"Go ahead..." Voight said, telling him to keep talking.
"Years ago, he had two sons and a daughter, grown men and women now. Then, something happened and he had to go to a mental ward. When he finally left, good as new, he had his daughter. But, with a new woman. She doesn't know nothing about his past."
"Do you know anything about napping of his daughter anhis daughter and her friend's kidnapping?" Antonio asked.
"Yeah...he took 'em...both of 'em. He's been telling me everything, expecting me to do it with him."
"Do you know where he could've taken them?"
"He wanted to take them through the carnival by the docks, to get to the other side of town. Then, he was gonna put on buses to, who knows where."
"Do you know when he was supposed to do it?"
"Few hours maybe. I suggest you get goin' now." Antonio and Voight both nodded. The detectives all looked at each other.
"Thank, Jeff." Antonio said, as they started walking from the room.
"Let him free." Voight told the guard.
To be continued...
