Chicago Pd Characters Novels & Stories

I have the feeling that I'm already going to have enough trouble on my hands with the Chicago Police Department because of Dante's little stunt, and we certainly don't need to add the DMV to the list of government agencies that we're warring with. The city passes by, and by the time Gio pulls in front of the local precinct, energy is buzzing under my skin. I do a mental catalog of everyone I have met and "worked" with at this precinct, and a slow smile curls up my lips as I get out of the car and pull my sleeves straight. "Do you need backup?" Gio asks, rolling down the window. His brow is furrowed, his expression tense, and for the first time during this entire clusterfuck of a morning, I a

“I think he’ll be the one introducing me to my daughter at the party. Try to use my vulnerability against me. He’s after the title of Capo, isn’t he?” “He is.” I nodded. “But you are right about one thing. Something still does not add up.” “What is it?” He asked, looking up at me with a frown. “The night that we were at the port in Chicago, I had a tracker on me that was supposed to lead the NYPD to their exact location.” I said, leaning my elbows against the table. “But instead, it was the Chicago PD that showed up at the location and that too, even before I could activate the tracker.”

BREAKING NEWS: FIRE BREAKS OUT AT CHICAGO PENITENTIARY – MULTIPLE INMATES ESCAPE I tapped the article, scrolling down to scan for details. “Everything good?” Damien asked beside me. I didn’t answer immediately, my eyes locked on the names listed under ESCAPED PRISONERS: Marco Esteban (Arson, Attempted Murder) Thomas Greene (Drug Trafficking, Illegal Arms Dealing) Javier Mendez (Gang-Related Homicide) Christopher Harlan (Serial Fraud) Peter Kowalski (Kidnapping, Extortion) Ryan Eckhart (Assault, Armed Robbery)

Liam held her hips still as he had gotten even harder and he softened his kiss. "Chinese tastes good on you." He told her. "More about me, hmm? Let's see, I moved here to help settle my Aunts accounts, and I'm a detective more as a sort of rebellion to my Father and Uncle wanting me in the company. I don't need the job but after I started I kind of like it. It's interesting, to say the least. Definitely hard especially in a city like Chicago but here it's laid back. I enjoy solving the puzzle. I feel like I'm helping shine light in some of the darkest areas of society when I'm able to put the pieces together.”

Viktor sneered, fisting his hand so tight that not only the knuckles turned white but, I thought the tiny veins would pop. “Why don’t you take care of Matteo and let me handle the rest?” I offered passively and informed further. “The media is onto the story like a leech, especially when Mia has a social reputation. Our contacts in the ivory tower told me that Chicago PD is taking this case as a slam dunk one—a regular gang war.” Viktor scoffed, and then laughed. “A regular gang war? Well, Chicago is about to witness what a war looks like when they try to kill a Romano.”

He stammers as he chews his teeth, making an annoying sound. "I'm sure you are Mr. McClinton Damon." The first police officer, who is a man and the other a woman. They looked at each other as Damon opened his mouth and closed it back. "Yes? What do you want?" Damon asks the officers as he raises the glass to drink the remaining liquid but it was all out. "Uhmm. I am Inspector Charles and here with me is Sergeant Becky. We are from the police department of LCPD." The male inspector, after signing for a moment from what he sees, introduces themselves as the female officer forces a smile.

What had he gotten himself into? "Unfortunately, that's not what the Chicago Police Department believes. I understand you've already wrestled the case away from them, but let's not forget that Senator Spalding is a close friend of the police commissioner. I suspect the senator is exerting pressure to swiftly solve this case. Furthermore, I imagine your superiors will face severe backlash for the manner in which you snatched the case from under their noses, making accusations without evidence. Lastly, I venture to guess that the Chicago PD is eager to talk to Emily. While she may not be a prime suspect, one can never be certain of what anyone is capable of. She undoubtedly possesses valuable

“The reporters and the Chicago Police can help with that.” “Clever thinking,” I admitted, “but it requires coordinated work and trusted partners. My connections in Chicago might not be enough for that.” She walked toward me. “Fortunately, Cory and I already found a group of reporters more than willing to help us. What we need now is to know who we should inform from the police.” Her smile turned wry. “Ardian has a lot of connections within the Chicago P.D., unfortunately. At least three commanders and captains are Loto D'Oro's frequent clients.”

The cab driver, smiling warmly, watched Chicago enter the Solomon Building before driving off. As soon as Chicago stepped into the lobby, a security guard approached her. "Where did you come from, kid?" Chicago was unlucky, the guard had just found out his daughter, whom he had cherished for years, was the child of his wife and another man. Seeing a child now, the guard was irritated. "I'm here to see Darwin!" said Chicago. "Get lost!" The guard's face showed impatience. Chicago had never been treated this way before, "I'm Darwin's friend, I need to see him for something..."

Looking down, I take in the monitor on my ankle and once again feel like something in me is missing. “Chief,” I begin, deciding he could help with my questions. “What exactly led up to this?” For a moment, the chief just stares at me like he can’t quite believe what I’m asking, and when outrage forms on his face, I know he isn’t going to be any help. “Don’t think playing dumb will get your ass out of this, Atticus.” He growls. “Do you know how bad Boston PD’s supernatural department looks right now?” Actually, no, I didn’t know how bad it looked since I didn’t know what the fuck was happening.