Nick stares at his phone for what feels like an hour. It's a trap, Nick knows this, he's been in enough shady dealings to know a set up when he sees one. The chance is there for it to be legit, sure, and even if it isn't he can see opportunity in risking it, if he had backup. This could be it after all. They've had no clues for a few days now and the package is what they need to blow this thing wide open. Judy would jump at this with no regard to the consequences, but Nick got the call. To Nick, all he can think of is Judy's safety, not his own. "Just let the trail go cold" is all that is panging on his mind, to the point that he can feel the blood vessels on his skull pulse in a rhythm loud enough that he can hear it. Yet despite it all he knows that something terrible is happening underneath it all. Something bad enough that it needs to be revealed and solved.
And as he stares at Judy's name on the contact list of his phone he knows that he needs to set aside his and her own safety to do what is right for the city. Two animals are dead that they know of, how many more died to cover this up and build it into whatever it is? Two more may be added to the body count. Once again he hears the pang. "Just let the trail go cold, just let the trail go cold, just let the trail go cold."
After some more time that felt like forever Nick finally caves. He'll do right by Judy, and he taps her name letting the phone ring.
A groggy Judy answers, "Nick it's twelve thirty we got work tomorrow."
"I..." It feels like his first time asking a girl out on a date. He's choked up.
"Nick? You alright?"
He takes a deep breath, "Judy. I got a call from Gerard. He got his hand on the package and wants to meet up at the docks at two."
The word on a new clue shakes off the sleep from Judy, "Awesome. You live closer to the docks. I'll rush over. I'll call you when I get there."