Chicago P.D.

We gotta keep this in the dark,

away from the chief.

Victor Helms is sex trafficking children.

He just met up with Sean O'Neal.

Drop your weapon. No!

I know there's other girls. Where are they?

We're too late. They're all gone.

We have nothing linking Sean to this place.

How did they know we were coming?

I'm investigating Sean for sex trafficking.

That's is my son.

This is my blood. How dare you?

One sec.

Everything okay?

- Get the monster! - Ahh! You got me!

Yield.

You got me, I yield. Yield!

Okay, movie time?

Yeah!

Who wants the monster to make popcorn?

- I do, I do! - I do!

Who wants butter?

Me!

Who wants salt?

Me.

- Hey. - Hey.

Any news on Sean?

Nope.

Every kid Kev and I talked to, just more of the same.

They all praise the son of a bitch,

you know, Sean O'Neal helped me get clean.

Sean takes me to lunch.

He understands me, got me into therapy, that sort of thing.

He actually took one kid on a fishing trip to Wisconsin.

They all think the guy's a damn saint.

So we got nothing?

We got less than nothing.

What you got?

What?

You ready for a homicide deconflict?

They got a John Doe who dropped where we worked Los Temidos,

and my name is still in the system,

so they want me to ID him.

Hmm.

Do they know Los Temidos is gone?

Maybe it's someone from the past.

I'll call Voight on the way over.

Hey, could you try and have them in bed by 9:00?

- By 9:00? - Yeah.

How much ice cream have they had?

- Good luck. - Thanks. Good luck to you.

Yeah, you and me.

Homeless guy-- sorry, unhoused gentleman--

was dumpster diving, found the body.

- When? - About an hour ago.

Looks like a robbery gone real wrong.

Wallet and phone missing, but thing could be personal.

Why's that?

Too much blood.

I got to take this. Give me two secs.

Sure.

Just follow the blood.

Oliva.

Recognize him?

Definitely not involved in anything we were hooked into.

I'd say he got jumped, stumbled here, bled out.

But it's overkill, right?

It's the celiac artery.

- Offender must have cut it. - The what?

Celiac artery supplies blood to the stomach and the spleen.

Sounds painful.

It is.

Same thing happened to me.

I was shot in the same spot a long time ago.

All right, talk to me.

Thomas Quinn, 36, investment banker,

stabbed six times in the abdomen.

How'd we get the ID?

Techs pulled a crumpled credit card receipt

from deep in his pocket.

Any connect to Temidos?

No, Sarge, not even close.

All right, good, then we're done.

Sign it off to Homicide.

What's the chief doing here, then?

I got this.

Patty.

I need you to work this one, Hank.

It's straight-up robbery and murder.

Homicide's got it.

Yeah, Tom Quinn was a friend.

Sorry to hear that.

You know, he's a friend of yours too.

He's a donor at FOP, Police Memorial Foundation,

you name it.

Man made it better to be a cop in this city,

so he's gonna get our best, and that's you.

But my team...

is knee deep in the middle

of a major sex trafficking investigation.

Yeah, and according to every report I've read,

intelligence has zero further evidence on any operations.

You have nothing because there's nothing there.

No, because cases take time.

This is not a polite request.

This is a direct order for you to work

this homicide, Sergeant.

Or you will be directing traffic by noon tomorrow.

We really taking this?

Here we are.

What do we have?

I talked to Thomas Quinn's girlfriend.

He commutes to work from Glenview,

was supposed to be on his way home.

According to Metra, he's got a monthly pass.

For the same two years, it's been the same routine.

There's no witnesses, no cams.

Think he was attacked walking to Union Station,

probably didn't see it coming.

It looks like he tried to drag himself,

maybe tried to stop the bleeding,

but he didn't pack it with anything.

So the pain's pretty bad. It is hard to think straight.

So Chief O'Neal's been feeding us a line

about this Quinn being a friend of the blue.

Yeah, that's a shock.

Well, that was my guy Kiesel from the Hall.

Didn't know Quinn.

Had to dig deep to find the guy donated something

like two boxes of burgers to the FOP picnic last year.

Well, Tom Quinn still deserves justice.

So what else do we have on this?

I might have something.

These photos were just sent over

from the ASA investigator.

He's been on scene all morning.

- Check out this gray Sentra. - Okay.

Last night, it was parked on Madison

just down the block from the body.

This morning, all the other cars

were gone except that Sentra.

It was towed and ticketed an hour ago,

and it came back hot.

So it could be our offender.

You and Kev check it out.

Sure.

Hailey, I put you in for five vacation days.

How you spend those days, that's up to you.

Okay, I'll find something.

I found a key fob on the floor mat.

I tried to start her up,

but looks like the head gasket's blown.

Trust me, this car wasn't going anywhere.

Yeah, you got that fob?

There you go.

Hey, you guys need anything else?

It's a pancake morning, huge wreck on Lower Wacker.

No, we all good, big dog. Appreciate you.

Hmm.

- Yo, Osh-- - Yeah?

What's up with that Caprice? You still got it?

- Yeah. - What's that, '84, '85?

'84, bro.

It's at the shop right now getting a new transmission.

Pretty clean.

New transmission?

How are you getting to work then?

My ma drives me.

Your mama drive?

Pop the trunk.

There we go.

Jesus.

Sentra landed at our impound.

Techs all over it right now,

scrubbing it for DNA and prints.

That duct tape?

Yep, Quinn must have been bound and gagged inside.

So we're thinking that the offender

was driving him somewhere.

Car conks out on Madison, so he panics,

kills him right there in the alley, stages it as a robbery.

I just got off with CPIC.

They got into the Sentra's GPS.

A day before Quinn's murder, the car,

it was sitting outside Quinn's house.

The killer was stalking him.

Yeah, so the car left Quinn's house,

it drove to an industrial area in Archer Heights,

and it stayed parked there until an hour

before Quinn's murder.

Grab Adam, see what you can find.

Yep.

All right. You get anything?

Yeah, security guard said he saw the Sentra pull in,

park, tall white guy got out,

started walking down this dirt road carrying

bright purple flowers.

Purple flowers?

I don't know. That's what the man said.

I got your purple flowers