Chicago P.D.

Morning.

Morning.

You know what today is, right?

This is what a day off feels like.

You want some coffee?

I want you,

and then I want coffee,

and then I want waffles,

and then I want to go to the range

and try out those new .44 mags.

I love all that.

I love you.

Um, just one sec.

I'll be right back.

Hey, I forgot that I was gonna take my car in,

and I just talked to them, and they can still take me,

and so I'm gonna go before they get busy.

Really?

One day off, you know?

Hailey.

I just feel like I should get it done,

but everything's fine.

Um, I'm sorry,

but I... um,

stay here. I'll be right back.

And yeah, just hang out here,

and I'll be back in a little bit.

Possible mental illness involved.

Supervisor advised. You on scene?

Copy, car's rolling.

2124, got a wellness check.

3839 North Racine.

Caller states multiple members

of the Clarton family are gone.

Possible missing persons.

5021 Henry, hold me down on that missing persons.

Copy, 5021 Henry.

Morning.

Detective Hailey Upton.

Morning. Your with Intelligence, yeah?

Dispatch detailed you?

- No, I just picked it up. - Okay.

There's probably not much for you here.

Next door neighbor, Jessica Hartley...

She's right over there... called it in.

Hasn't seen her neighbors in a few days.

The Clarton family.

Dad Ray, wife Helen, and their kid, Becca.

She's 12.

- Signs of forced entry? - Nah.

Sarge gave me the green light to enter in a wellness check.

Front door was unlocked. No signs of foul play.

Everything seems fine inside.

Jessica?

Hi, I'm Detective Hailey Upton.

When was the last time you saw your neighbors?

A few days...

Goose, what day did we see them?

Before dance.

Right, so it would've been Tuesday.

- And this isn't like them? - No.

I mean, I'm probably overreacting,

nosy next door neighbor.

It's just, they don't ever go anywhere,

and I had just talked to Helen.

I'm sorry. I'm probably wasting your time.

It's just something felt off.

No. No time wasted.

We'll be right back.

You're the only one that's been inside?

Yeah.

Said they lived here for a while?

They're renting it. Been here six months.

Smell that?

Place has been bleached recently.

Spring cleaning?

Garbage was taken out. Bag wasn't replaced.

Man, I wish my daughter was this neat.

I can't even get her to put her dirty clothes

in the laundry basket.

Can you get over here and help me move this bed?

Towards you. Ready?

Yeah.

5021 Henry, I'm at the missing persons.

I need a crime lab rolled here ASAP.

Copy that, 5021 Henry.

Crime lab en route.

Hey.

Hey.

I had ones like those when I was a kid.

Swallows.

So you didn't make it to the shop?

- No. - Um...

No, I didn't.

Team's just arriving.

Clarton home, husband Ray, wife Helen, daughter Becca.

Talked to the rest of the block.

No one's seen them in at least two days.

And that's odd?

To our neighbor, Jessica, yeah.

They were homebodies.

She said she just spoke with Helen

to get together the next day.

She called both their cells. No one's answering.

Checked the phones, and they're shut off.

And her car's in the garage.

There's cardboard boxes upstairs.

Empty suitcases. They might've been packing.

Hey. Got something weird.

So I ran the name and social

the landlord gave me, Ray Clarton.

Problem is, Ray Clarton died four years ago.

- He's using a false name? - Yeah, on everything.

Utilities for the house, credit card, car,

- all registered to a dead man. - Okay, what about the wife?

She's not on paper anywhere,

and I got no hits on a Helen Clarton

in Chicago matching her descriptors.

The little girl, Becca, she's 12.

- She must be in school. - She's not.

Not registered with CPS. Not in a private school.

Ran missing persons too, and I got nothing.

So dig into the name, Ray Clarton,

and see who had access to steal his identity.

Let's do a full forensics search.

Let's find out who the hell this family really is.

What the hell happened in this house?

Something happened to them,

and you think they were using fake names?

We know they were.

That doesn't make any sense.

They're a perfectly normal family.

Things often look normal,

but can't really know a family unless they let you.

Do you know where Ray and Helen work?

- Helen stays home. - I don't know about Ray.

All right, what about where they're from?

Hometown?

I don't, um... I don't know.

Annie, were you friends with Becca?

No. She doesn't go to my school.

Becca seemed shy.

She keeps to herself.

Okay.

Anything you can tell us about them at all,

really anything would help.

I don't know. I just...

Sometimes I do wonder about how old-fashioned they are.

What do you mean?

It's just, Ray runs the house,

really runs it.

It doesn't seem like the girls are independent.

Does he hurt them?

What? No.

God no. I'm sure he doesn't hurt them.

I'm sure it's not that.

There's something wrong with this family.

This little girl, Becca...

- All right, what do we got? - Forensics came back.

Blood in the master is two days old

and belongs to a female.

DNA doesn't match anything on file,

but the tech said as long as the blood came from an adult,

the amount of blood is not enough

to positively indicate a death.

Fingerprints off all the men's shoes

in the Clarton house ID'd Ray's real name.

Meet Ray Aimes. We've got a hell of a sheet.

Lived in 14 different states the past 20 years,

multiple fraud investigations,

two domestics when he was younger.

Looks like he mostly deals in Ponzi and pyramid schemes.

He's a grifter.

- He's an old school conman. - He gets in close with people,

manipulates the hell out of them, robs them blind,

and then he skips town.

What about the girls, Helen and Becca?

Their prints weren't in the system.

Ray's not legally married,

but the DNA found off of the toothbrush in the home

confirms that Becca is Ray and Helen's child.

And she's never been enrolled in school?

I checked everywhere that Ray lived.

She never been enrolled in school.

She never even been to a doctor.

Nothing.

I'm guessing there's abuse in this family.

Physical, emotional.

- So you're thinking domestic? - Makes sense.

We have a history of domestic assault.

He beats Helen too bad one day, throws them both in the car,

takes off before he was planning to.

Ladies and gentlemen, we got a pop.

Ray Clarton's debit card was used at an ATM

downtown yesterday right after they went missing.

Roll on it.

All right, so your boy and his daughter got there

at 9:15 a.m. Already called up the bank.

Ray withdrew the entirety of his checking account.

$1,500.