Unfortunately, after so much searching for Jay there was no trace.
Perhaps he had left his things there to mislead whoever was looking for him and thus make them assume that he had strayed from there.
- Have you tried calling him on the phone? - Adam asked, who had joined Antonio with the rest of the team.
He had asked that question, even though it might be considered stupid, in the hope that at least Halstead had kept the phone with him.
Without saying anything, however, Dawson reached into his pocket and pulled out his colleague's cell phone.
Sadness was now filling everyone's hearts.
Would they ever find him? Would he ever retrace his steps?
The boys decided not to give up. That was a term that didn't exist in their vocabulary. They had to keep looking and so they split up again.
Antonio was the only one or rather the last one to get off the bridge.
Looking at it in another perspective, he noticed that a recess had formed near it, as if it were a niche, a place that could have also welcomed homeless people, unfortunate people who did not have a home to live in.
Intelligence colleagues began showing Jay's photo they had on their cell phones to every passerby, to every person they met on the road hoping someone had seen him
Inside, Dawson felt Jay was close.
- Why not ask them too? - Tonio wondered, referring to the men who were in the niche.
Being bums they were there all day and all night. Who knows, perhaps, by pure chance they had seen him pass.
And so Antonio began his personal search, a desperate search.
He would do anything to find his friend, one of his best friends, and he hoped he was safe and sound.
- I'm sorry, have you seen this guy by any chance? - was the question that Antonio asked all the homeless people he met in that area and unfortunately he got the same answer from everyone. They let him know they hadn't seen him by shaking their heads.
Dawson continued until he found himself in the deepest part of the recess. At that point he was about to throw in the towel when he noticed, in a corner, an old man all alone with the few things he owned.
Antonio was now beginning to believe that his friend was not there. But why give up right now? Why not ask the last person too, the last bum under that bridge?
He approached him and after attracting his attention showed him the photograph of his colleague.
This time the elder did not shake his head like the others, but raised his hand and pointed to an even deeper and darker point on the bridge.
Dawson made his way to the place he was given and was delighted with what he saw. To his surprise, his friend and colleague was huddled there in the most hidden and secret corner. It was evident that he did not want to be found.
Antonio knew roughly the situation Jay had experienced. What he did not understand, however, was his need to flee so as not to be found.
Once everything was resolved he would have time to ask him all the questions he wanted, but now he had to check his condition and get him out of there as soon as possible from that dark and damp place.
- Jay, hey man can you hear me? It's me, it's Antonio! answer me! - said the senior detective trying as much as possible to attract his attention.
But he didn't answer he was there he seemed asleep.
Had he fainted or was it a tactic he purposely put into practice so as not to respond?
His cold body, his stiff muscles. Immediately the senior detective put his fingers on his neck to check through the carotid artery if there was a pulse. Fortunately, when he touched the area he needed, he felt it. The heartbeat was slow and faint, but it was there.
The problem, however, was that he could not get his colleague back. Jay seemed to have passed out.
Dawson absolutely had to get him out of there, the place was so humid, just what his friend didn't need right now.
He took his phone from his pocket and also Jay's to see if either of them took it, but there was no field in any of them.
The young detective had to be taken out of there as quickly as possible he was soaking wet.
Who knows how long he had been there in those conditions.
Antonio thought of going out to call for help and colleagues, but he didn't feel like leaving him alone.
He then decided to take on all his weight by placing it on his shoulders and began to drag him with him. Once he was almost out of that impervious tunnel, when the cell phones started to pick up he called the ambulance and his colleagues to inform them that he had finally found him and to make sure that they would go and lend a hand.