The Lizzie Borden Chronicles

Chicago Police Intelligence.

Do you want to keep answering phones?

I want to be a Chicago police officer.

Let's do it then.

- You passed. - I did?

Hello.

- Where's Nadia? - Straight to voicemail.

We may have a hit on the car.

It's south of the Broadway bridge.

Hey, Sarge? We got her.

Hey.

So the memorial stone's in motion,

and the etching's gonna go around the side of the building.

I'm just waiting on the go-ahead

- from the Ivory Tower. - Thanks for taking the lead on this, Sarge.

I keep wanting to buzz up there,

do our usual noon-time visit to the fat box.

You know, the vending machine.

That's what they call it in England.

Nadia read about it.

I keep touching up my mascara every ten minutes.

- I gotta get upstairs. - Okay.

Damn.

Yeah. We're all feelin' it.

Girl was going places, man.

Hey.

Go grab some coffee. We got this.

It's just a desk, right?

How you holding up?

Same as everyone else, I guess.

Anybody we should be sending her stuff to?

Uh... her dad's in Indianapolis.

I'll make sure and get it to him.

All right, Fischer just called.

Needs us in Tri-Taylor.

- Hey, Antonio. - Hey.

- Sergeant. - Cruz.

What the hell happened here?

Bomb went off at 8:42 a.m.

We're clear for radiation.

At least four injured, two pretty bad shape.

Two fatalities. One female.

One looks like a male.

How's that?

We're still putting him back together.

Any idea what caused this?

IED of some sort.

We found screws in buildings all the way down the street.

Thanks.

So where were you standing when it went off?

You're the police?

Yeah, that's right.

Gimme a sec.

Do you live around here?

Did you see something?

Come on, Isabella.

She's 12. Got a vivid imagination.

Let this man do his job. Come on.

How many times have I told you not to talk to cops?

Hey, man.

Were there any victims taken to the hospital

- before we got here... - My wife.

Have you seen her? Nobody will tell me anything.

Sir, we're still trying to clear the scene,

but we can take your name, information.

Mason. Uh, Brahmer.

We... we own the cafe, my wife and I.

Okay.

Oh, my God, Elizabeth.

Go ahead and ride with your wife.

Nobody saw anything.

It was an explosion. Lot of glass.

Same inside.

Then we'll keep knocking on doors.

Hey, Al, you and Ruzek go question the husband once he calms down.

Police.

Detective Halstead, Chicago PD.

- Yeah, we met. - If you wouldn't mind,

I just want to talk to your daughter for a quick second.

She didn't see anything.

Two people died in that bombing, ma'am.

- Mom? - Get back in your room

and finish getting ready.

Now!

Last year, a kid in Isabella's school

testified in a gang shooting,

and a week later, he was found with a bullet in his head.

I get it... we're gonna put her down as a confidential source.

Oh, yeah? Are you gonna give her a lollipop too?

And the next thing you know, she's compelled to testify,

and when word gets around, how am I gonna keep her safe?

I can't afford to move out of my place,

let alone put her in a new school and start over.

I understand your concern.

But how is your daughter gonna feel

knowing that her mother didn't let her help get the people

who did this? I know she saw something,

and I know she...

Got started on a sandwich bar.

Now I'm making quiche and crepes,

European stuff I couldn't even pronounce before.

How long you been working there?

Eight months.

Where were you when the bomb went off?

The kitchen. I threw out an order,

I rang the bell and a second later...

Boom.

How's Ms. Brahmer holding up?

She's got some fighting to do.

I owe a lot to those two.

The Brahmers know about your priors when they hired you?

Absolutely, they did. I came clean.

I let them know I did a little something

when I was younger, but I put it behind me.

Armed robbery's not a little something.

Well, I learned from it.

Well, so, having been through this before, Brandon,

you'll remember, eventually the cops get to the bottom of it.

I had nothing to do with blowing that place up.

Period. But I do know who might.

So do you wanna hear about it,

or you wanna keep wasting your time looking at me?

If you got something to say, say it.

This gangbanger named K-Trick's

been hanging around Brahmers for months.

He comes around back every week.

Two days ago, Brahmer goes in the back to talk to K-Trick.

An hour later, Brahmer's Suburban was destroyed.

All right, I'm gonna let Ruzek know.

Doctor said your wife went into surgery?

Yeah. I guess shrapnel came close to hitting a major artery.

Every second is touch and go.

when it went off, right?

I work the kitchen.

My wife runs the front of the house.

My cashier called in sick,

so Liz was wearing a lot of hats today.

Your cook mentioned somebody by the name of K-Trick.

Yeah. Him.

What was the nature of your relationship?

He's been shaking me down for protection money.

Two days ago, I said I wouldn't pay him as much,

'cause this winter really killed me

revenue-wise.

He beat up my SUV.

So this K-Trick made threats on your life

if you didn't keep up payments.

He never actually said that specifically.

He just...

said I'd regret it.

We'll call it in.

Hey, Sarge.

Sarge?

This can't be right.

- What's the matter? - I just got an email saying Area Central's

not approving the purchase order

for the engraving job on Nadia's stone.

I am gonna attack somebody.

Well, we can... pass a hat around,

collect the money ourselves.

We may need to push the memorial a little, but...

Oh, no, the only thing that's getting pushed around here

is however wrote this... right off a cliff.

I got a cousin that does stonework.

He'll give it to us on the cuff.

I can't even believe what I'm seeing here.

Seriously, don't stress yourself out, Sarge.

You got enough to worry about. We all do.

Stonecutting is what your cousin does for a living?

It's not some side job he dabbles in?

It's full-time, legit. He turns down work.

Okay, great... if you can make that happen,

I'll get to the bottom of this.

K-Trick... otherwise known as Kenny T. Reevis.

He's a gangster Disciple. Not top of the pyramid,

but he's got some corners.

Brought up on racketeering charges twice,

but the cases fell through

when the witnesses dropped the charges.

Finally got the analysis on the IED back from Bomb Unit.

Whoever built it used a pressure cooker.

They filled it with nails, screws, glass,

some small-grade explosive.

I think that's the same kind those guys used

for the Boston Marathon bombing.

Yeah, see, you hook it up to a cell phone,

and ka-blammo... the shrapnel projects out,

shreds everything in its path.

It's nasty, nasty stuff.

Halstead's working on a witness.

Little girl lives across the street.

Her mom shut it down the first time,

but he's gonna go at her again, so...

- No other witnesses? - None willing to talk.

No security cameras in the cafe.

All right, Mouse,

run the victims for domestic disputes,

orders of protection...

make sure none of them was the intended target.

The rest of you get a bead on Reevis.