Hailey had to stay away from Jay for quite a while.
This made her worry because she couldn't keep him under control. She knew there was something wrong, but Voight had wanted her by her side for questioning and so, although she was proud to have been chosen to assist her boss, she had not been able to ascertain. health of her partner.
When the interrogation was over, the sergeant who had gone to the office to inform everyone about the outcome of the operation and then went away again with him to sign some paperwork.
When everything was finished, she returned to her colleagues who were preparing to go home.
- Where's Jay? - churches
- I think he's already gone,- Kim replied
- Problems? - Adam asked seeing Hailey dazed.
- No, it's just that this morning he came to pick me up so we had to go away together. - Upton replied.
- We'll give you a ride home if you want,- the policeman said
The blonde detective thanked them and drove with them.
The two colleagues laughed and joked with each other. Hailey was also trying to participate even though her mind was somewhere else.
Throughout the journey she held her cell phone in her hand and tried several times to call Jay and leave him several text messages.
Meanwhile, Detective Halstead had just arrived home. He was in pieces. He dragged himself to the floor of his apartment, took the key out of his pocket and shuddered into the lock.
As soon as he was inside he took off his jacket throwing it on the armchair, leaving his shoes nearby and threw himself on the sofa with a dead weight.
He could hear his phone vibrate several times in the back pocket of his jeans, but at first he didn't have the strength and the desire to take it out to see who was looking for him.
In a short time he fell asleep, only to wake up with a start shivering from the cold.
His body was pounding, he seemed to dance.
He sat up, he was very confused.
His head seemed to burst, his throat was on fire.
He picked up the phone trying to figure out what time it was him and found several calls from his colleague.
He tried to send her an audio message, but talking about her caused him more pain. The more serious problem, however, was that he could not make any sound.
He was left without a voice.
Furthermore, the cough had become greasy and cavernous, very rich in phlegm.
He therefore decided to write her a text message in response to what he had received from her.
"Jay all right? You ran away. Why didn't you wait for me?" was the text
"I'm fine, I had to do some things" he wrote in a hasty way that appeared to be cold and hasty to the reader.
Then he put the phone down on the coffee table and headed for the bedroom.
He took off the jeans and shirt he was wearing and put on a warm jumpsuit
He slipped under so many blankets he fell asleep almost immediately.