"Forget about getting anything out of Maldanado." Jay switched back to the case as soon as we had walked back into the office. "ME's got a toe tag with his name on it."

"Hold on." Antonio stood up from his desk before pinning the picture at the top of the board. "I might have something. A frequent call made from the landline at Maldanado's apartment comes back to his cousin, "Big" Frank Bennett." He tapped on the photo with his index finger, a clean-shaven man with an attitude "He's out on bail, awaiting trial on a distribution trial. Might be a long shot, but maybe he was unloading product for his cousin."

"Means he could've met Rojas along the way." Jay jumped in to support his theory as we settled back against the desk. There was no need to sit if we were still chasing an active lead. Although I wished it would end soon. Between work and Eva, I needed a glass of wine which I had mostly been abstaining from since Eva had arrived.

"Let's chase it." Voight gave the go-ahead as we grabbed our things once again and headed out. I debated calling the team to wait a minute before we took off. Then again, I didn't want to be the reason the team was distracted and so I did the only thing I could and grabbed my jacket.

When we arrived at the house, I cleared my mind as best as possible and focused on our goal of catching Frank. Jay had the battering ram this time as we approached the door, flanked by Kim and Antonio. I stood at the end of the stairs, guns raised and ready to shoot if necessary.

A few seconds ticked by, Jay hit the door and we filed in. A smoking cigarette on the glass table was a dead giveaway the guy was in the house somewhere. We all spread out, cautiously approaching the house from all angles of the main level. The toilet flushed upstairs and I touched Antonio's shoulder lightly to grab his attention while pointing towards the ceiling. We split up, Kim and Jay pressed quietly up the stairs. Antonio and I finished clearing the main level, which was basically a kitchen and bathroom. He disappeared upstairs while I stayed down on the main level.

I was actually okay with it. I knew in some way I was taking the silence where I could get it right now. Not that Eva was particularly noisy in any way. She was actually the exact opposite where I actually had to go check up on her and make sure she was doing alright.

Walking back into the living room, I noticed a poker game playing on the tv screen. I trailed along the back wall, focusing on the most obvious places for hiding places, but came up empty. The crunch of the bathroom door echoed from upstairs, followed by Jay shouting at the guy.

"Chicago PD! Show your hands! Let me see your hands!"

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" Frank shouted back as I took a few steps towards the couch and kneeled down to find a black duffel bag shoved near the back of the couch. "Don't shoot me!"

"Put your hands on your head." Jay instructed as I cast my eyes towards the stairs, then focused on the bag as I took a steady breath at the amount of money hidden in it. I estimated at least forty-thousand dollars worth of cash, which was a lot for anyone to be hiding in their house if they weren't dealing some kind of drugs.

"I didn't do nothing, man."

They exchanged a few more words that I couldn't quite pick up before they came downstairs. Antonio was careful to keep the guy secured, all while not touching the white substance on his hands.

"Hey, I have something you're going to want to see."

"We caught this guy flushing cocaine down the toilet." Kim pointed to Frank, her tone thick with sarcasm as she crossed back into the living room. "Wasn't his, but he was still flushing it. Forensics is going to have one heck of a good time gathering that one up. What did you find?"

"Found a bag of money stashed underneath the couch." Crouching down, I carefully lifted both sides of the bag so she could peer in a little better. "If I had to guess, there's probably at least close to forty-thousand dollars in there."

"That's a lot of money to have stashed in a house." Kim whistled, looking directly at Frank who was being instructed to get on his knees by Antonio. "Maybe we could use it to jog his memory a little."

"It's worth a try." I played along, then stood up. "While you're doing that, I'm going to keep looking around. See if there's anything else this guy is hiding."

"And they said crime doesn't pay." Kim dropped the bag at Frank's feet, a few bills spilling on the ground beside it.

"Just take it." The man begged, his hands still locked tightly together as Kim and Antonio circled him, kind of like where vultures circle their prey. I went on searching through the drawers, finding various objects like remotes, batteries but nothing concrete we could use. Mostly I was finding amusement in how this conversation was going. It was kind of like watching an animal digging a hole to escape his predators.

"What?" Antonio questioned, his tone asking if he had heard him right. Although I was getting the feeling Frank wasn't directly involved with the stash houses, there was more he knew that he was letting on.

"I'll make believe you guys weren't here," Frank suggested foolishly and I watched as both Kim and Antonio's gaze narrowed on him.

"I'm going to make believe you didn't say that." Antonio corrected him with the man's own words as he leaned forward so they were nearly eye to eye. "I got one question. Don't get it wrong. Who was feeding your cousin the stash houses?"

"I don't know."

"You listen to me." Kim started in on him when Antonio couldn't get through to him. "A ten-year-old boy caught a bullet to the head because of that crap you were flushing. So you, my friend are looking at a felony murder charge."

"Come on."

"Last chance to help yourself." Antonio pressed into him, almost losing his patience that we weren't getting anywhere with this guy. "I'm not going to ask again."

"Look, all I know is that it's a dirty cop. They would meet at some bar named Nemo's."