Jay Halstead Chicago Pd Ram Truck Novels & Stories

“Toward the main road — they turned left. I ran after them but they were gone. Besides, I couldn't go after them immediately as I was still in shock of what happened. The parking lot cameras might have something.” The officer’s pen paused, then went on. He asked about the vehicle again, about the wheelchair — whether Hearty had any medical equipment, if she’d been talking, who else was nearby. Jack answered every question, voice high at the edges, and I watched him shrink and then grow back as he forced himself through it.

I sat in the back, Mirae’s hand clutched in mine. “Hope he’s not going to die?” I whispered. “He won’t. Trust me,” Nick said from the front, his voice steady, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. His hand briefly found mine, a warm, grounding touch, before returning to the wheel. At the hospital, everything moved too fast. Nurses rushed Jay away before we could follow. We were left pacing the sterile hallway, the smell of antiseptic heavy in the air. Then the police showed up. “We meet again,” the same officer from before said, his tone laced with something between recognition and suspicion.

Henry could have helped Leroy, but he held back to expose those people's true colors. Everyone stood in front of the car, and the car's dash cam recorded everything. The other traffic cop had a body camera and recorded the whole conversation. However, Ray did not seem to care about any of that, even though he clearly saw the camera. Just as Henry was about to step in, another police car arrived and grabbed everyone's attention. Two police officers stepped out, one clearly higher in rank—it was Wade Jefferson, the Chief of the Traffic Police Department, the person Bell had tried to call earlier.

And now that Jade was on her way out to replace her products, it was time for phase two. That morning, Jayla had tampered with Jade's car brakes. It had been a delicate operation, requiring steady hands and nerves of steel. She had done it, and she knew it would work. Jade's driving habits were careless at best and reckless at worst. The odds were in Jayla's favor. While Jade tore out of the driveway, Jayla stood by her bedroom window, her heart thumping in expectation. "Good luck, Jade," she mouthed to herself, her lips tugging upwards in a sly smile.

He disconnected the call and looked over at Jasmine, holding her guitar case and staring at the truck with shock on her face. "Cops are on their way," he told everyone as he reached for Jas's guitar case and pulled her in against him. "Everyone check your vehicles and make sure you didn't get keyed or anything." "It's that fucking bastard Mattice." Hitch ground out the words. "He'll have to go to Iceland to get a job when we get through passing the word. "Bring Jasmine inside, Caleb. I'll flip on the single serving coffee maker. She looks like she could use something hot."

Just wash up, pick one of my suits, don it, and get the hell out of here. At the parking lot, I noticed that my Cadillac had been cleaned already. I nod at the bubusboynd get in. I push a button under the glove compartment and retrieve a Colt Python. Check the magazine to see if it's full and wedging it behind the waistband of my trousers isn't a friendly visit. I'm certain a lot of enemies are going to be in attendance. One notable family in particular. I gun the engine, put the car into drive, and tear through the streets of North Chicago.

He instantly released his seatbelt, leaped to the passenger side, and pushed open the door to reduce the impact. The front of the truck flattened the driver's side door. If Bennett were still in the driver's seat, he would have been the one flattened. This scene was captured on video by someone passing by and uploaded to the internet. Cars were waiting at a traffic light, too. Their dashcams recorded the entire incident. The truck fled the scene, and Bennett was taken to the hospital by an ambulance. Someone recognized Bennett's identity through the video and linked it to an online news article. The news claimed that Ryder Finley, backed by high-ranking officials, intentionally framed Bennet

For some reason, he was so sure that Harper was more reliable than all his stupid men. Last night he scored Randal again. But only three days due to his carelessness did not immediately find out about Axel Chassain. Randal should have moved faster before their key witness died horribly because he was hit by a truck. He received information that the truck driver stopped briefly at a twenty-four hour convenience store not far from the Rebel Club. Don't know how the truck was sabotaged last night. A few minutes ago he received a message from his investigator that there was something wrong with the truck's brake cable. While it's perfectly normal for brake cables to break after a serious acciden

“ I apologize to you for Mr. Jay’s behavior, Madam. You have the absolute right to punish him for his behavior, but I must tell you that he has a clean record, and no one else can manage your company as well as he does.” “ I don’t intend to punish him, but he did scare me.” “ I am sorry, Madam. I forgot to tell you I am the officer in charge of your security. So next time, if there is a problem, you can just press the red icon on your CID, and I will be here.” “ Thanks a lot, Yorick,” I said with a sigh of relief. Jay did not apologize to Sia. He reported the remaining events in the same mechanical voice, but she sensed his voice breaking while he spoke.

I watched as my sister put the cigarette in her mouth, lit it up with the lighter and took her first puff from the stick. “ Why is it that you guys start shit around my place of business?” Janelle asked, taking another puff of the cigarette. “ This has nothing to do with you, Wolf.” Officer Ramirez said, walking up to Janelle. “ This has everything to do with me.” Janelle said, stepping up to Officer Ramirez. “ You’re near my bar!” “ If it weren’t for that fucking treaty, that bar would’ve been burnt down.” Officer Kravis said,slamming his elbow onto my back.