Chicago Pd Characters Novels & Stories

Yosef, Charlie, and seven or eight gangsters were taken away. “J-James.” Before the policemen left, he looked at James and asked respectfully, “M-May I ask how would you like us to investigate the Callahans?” This policeman was the head of the Commercial Crime Investigation Department. His name was Wyatt Jeremiah. Before coming, he was aware of James' identity and knew he was the Callahans’ son-in-law. However, he did not know of James’ other identities.

"Gentlemen, you know my stepdaughter Luna." I nodded to them. Captain Lee was the police chief of the Madison P.D., and I had met him before at campaign parties. I looked over to Robert Killian. He held a glass of water in his hand and had his other hand in his pocket, a perfectly sympathetic look on his face. "Terribly sorry for your loss," he said, his voice smooth. "Your father was a great man." "Yes," I said. "He was." I looked at Captain Lee. "Is there any evidence as to who could have done it?"

“Chicago PD has been compromised by Hart’s allies. We can’t trust that she’ll be safe in your custody.” “And I can’t trust that she’s safe in yours,” Charleston countered. “For all I know, you’re the ones holding her against her will.” “I’m not being held,” I said firmly. “I’m choosing to stay with them because they’re the only ones who’ve actually kept me alive so far.” “Even after one of them got shot protecting you?” Charleston gestured to Maddox. “Especially after that,” I replied. “That’s the kind of protection I trust. Not whatever political game is happening at CPD right now.”

“Investigators are following all leads including her famous employer.” Claire Russo added that Yang’s employer at PPS, Richard Mackenzie, couldn’t be reached for comment. Had he reached out to me because he’d known? A shiver crawled up the backs of my arms and I rubbed them. In the next clip, Detective Jeff Lohmann of the Chicago Police Department stood at a podium to give a statement. Years ago, he and my dad had been partners, and he remained a close family friend. Now, he was chief homicide detective of the Chicago PD Violent Crimes Division.

Nicole picked them up. "Chicago PD – Organized Crime Taskforce," Nicole read off then glanced to Pamela. "ATF, Homeland Security, FBI, FBI, Chicago PD – Homicide, Federal Marshall and Federal Marshall." "What?" Pamela said between bites of her veggie omelet. "I took their identification, not their wallets. Do you want me to go back for those too...and their keys?" "No. We have risked Mr. Nyilas' freedom enough for one meal," Nicole shot back. She took Tiger Lily's empty plate, dumped the ID's on it then covered the pile with her handkerchief.

Chicago Police Department USA 8:00 AM The quiet environment of the police station was being distorted by detective Silvia and DCI (detector chief inspector) Mark. Silvia already had her pale face red in anger, trying her best to get her message across, but the mark wasn't giving her the attention she needed. "Her DNA was found on the bedsheets Silvia. What more do you want?" Mark said without turning to look at her already frustrated self. "They both had sex and she ran off the next morning with the murder weapon. That's the story"

Max said, bringing out two plated burgers and sodas on a tray. "Regular modern-day Romeo and Juliet, you two are. The reporters are saying one thing and Charlie's saying another. What is the story, kid?" Again, Max's eyes turned to Zoey. "He hasn't taken you against your will, has he?" James' eyes went to her expectantly. Zoey sat with the question for a moment before smiling and replying, "No, of course not." "What did Charlie say?" "He's some big hotshot detective these days for the CPD. Says there's a warrant out for your arrest and everything."

Harley said, and my Joy went down immediately. “Don't you know the Alpha?" I asked Mike and he nodded his head. “I didn't do the killing, the human you sent to me killed him and ran off immediately," He said, with his legs shaking. "I think they killed Jack,” Harley said, and my anger grew. Suddenly we heard a knock on the door. "Who the fuck is it?” I yelled, angrily. "It's the police officers of Chicago,” An unfamiliar masculine voice said and we all stood perplexed.

Bree prevented from inhaling too deeply to avoid embarrassment as she tried to figure out why Grayson stirred such a response. She was thankful when he cracked open several windows to let the cool mountain air in., which paled to Grayson’s scent. “Tell me what you do in Chicago.” He commanded while righting the car onto the road again. “I’m a junior police officer, currently on leave. Probably won’t have a job when I return because of my prolonged absence. I’ve been employed a little over six months when my brother disappeared.” Something in her voice sounded desperate, making him analyze if she was telling the truth. And after a short deliberation, he knew she was not lying.

Then he turned his head and looked at me, really looked. “I’m a cop,” he said. “Homicide. NYPD.” I raised an eyebrow. “No shit.” “Fifteen years,” he said. “I’ve seen everything.” I took another drag and thought about Mallory. About the way she vanished right after screaming threats at Cassie. About the cold feeling I couldn’t shake. “I think someone I know killed a girl back in Chicago,” I said quietly. “And I’m scared he’s going after my best friend next. She’s pregnant. About to marry the love of her life. She finally has everything good and I’m terrified he’ll take it away.”