Jay got in the car with Hayley.
He had suddenly become taciturn.
He hadn't made a fuss about driving like he always did.
He didn't say a word for the whole trip.
At their destination, when she was about to get out of the car, it was she who broke the silence.
- Hey Jay,- the detective said.
- Mmmmm? - he said
- Everything good? - she asked that she knew about her problems with these cases.
-Yes, all right, - he replied
- I know you didn't want to be here,- the girl said.
Jay sighed and said nothing.
Once inside the house everything reminded us of war scenes.
There were fake weapons stuck to the walls, photos of the veteran with military colleagues, commendations, everything and more ..
What he saw brought back to Halstead's mind scenes he has always tried to forget.
Everything in that environment made him feel bad.
His heart was pounding and his breathing was quickening.
He tried to handle this situation, moving away from Hayley so as not to make her worry about her by telling her that he would go and look further into the room next to her.
He was a man of the kind I bend over, but I don't break.
He would never admit to being sick.
He began to breathe more deeply, he had to stay focused, there was a case to follow and Voight expected him and his colleague to get something out of that visit.
When he entered the veteran's office, two things caught his attention.
On the table, on the desk, there was an envelope with something bigger inside. There was no sender.
Jay, who had put on the gloves, opened it and found those used in the army inside the rifle bullets.
When he saw that ammunition he felt agitated. He hadn't handled any of that type in a long time.
Turning to his right he saw, however, a photograph in a frame.
It was a charcoal drawing. It depicted a little girl they had met in Afghanistan who was always around them.
But he and Jeff were in the vicinity of her when a bullet from her hit her, killing her.
On reviewing that photo his heart broke, he went back to that day in his mind