Chicago PD: Hank Voight's Forbidden Love

Chapter Two: The Hunt for the Forest Preserve Killer Begins

      Voight's team was assembled within the hour after he and Mike Nashton left the restaurant.  Nashton had given him as much  information as he had on Clarence Walker, and the Sergeant had already passed it on to his team.  They  were  racing to take down Chicago's most elusive serial killer.
       "First of all, I checked the DMV records, and there is  no record of a blue Ford Escort registered to a Clarence Walker, or any other vehicle registered to him for that matter," said Detective Upton.  "I've checked everything:  credit cards, tax returns,  social security number, you name it, and nothing comes back on a Clarence Walker.  He's definitely been living off the grid."
     "We checked the last known address you gave us, Sarge," said Detective Atwater, "and it's nothing more than a shack in his aunt's backyard.  I already talked to her, and she said he's been staying there off and on for the last twenty years.  She's afraid of him and has very little to do with him.  She never knows when he's there unless she actually sees him going in or coming out.  But she says she hasn't seen him for several weeks now. 
           "Well, someone has seen this prick," said Voight.  If he ain't sleeping in that shack, he's sleeping somewhere else and more than likely with someone."   He was growing more frustrated by the minute.  "At any rate, assign an unmarked unit to sit on that shack 24/7 in the event he comes back."
          Voight continued barking orders to his team:
          "Canvas the entire Englewood neighborhood.  He's lived there all his life, so people know him.  Talk to the neighbors, talk to the local precinct cops who've arrested him over the years.   I don't have to tell you guys we gotta catch this prick before he strikes again. "  Voight walked over to the bulletin board and looked at Walker's mug shot. 
       "I already put out a BOLO on him on the Gold Coast.  He's 6 feet 6 inches tall, 260 pounds, and a very dark skinned Black man.  A guy like that has gotta stand out up there."
        "Well, you'd think so," said Atwater.  "But even up in that area there are a lot of Black people fitting that general description."
         "Then every single one of them is going to be stopped and questioned.  I don't give a damn right now about racial profiling.  The clock is ticking and we gotta do what we gotta do to catch this maniac." 
          Everyone glanced at Atwater since he had been the victim of racial profiling a couple of years earlier when he was working undercover.  In that encounter the drug dealer he had been riding with was killed by the volatile, racist  cop who had pulled them over.
         "It's like you said, Sarge," said Atwater, unfazed.  "We gotta do what we gotta do to catch this prick before another woman is brutalized and murdered.  Whatever it takes."
           "Then let's go," commanded Voight. 
            And with that the Intelligence Unit team left the squad room to begin its hunt for Clarence Walker, the Forest Preserve Killer.
    (To be continued)         
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