Chicago P.D.

- Think we found our guy. Logan Peters.

- We got intel he's hanging with the Southside Hustlers.

Roman said he'd call you once he found the guy, but--

- Wait a second, you talking about Sean Roman?

Kim's ex-partner? What's he got to do with this?

- My little sister Sarah, she went missing last week.

I need to know what happened.

Sean's in Chicago?

You're not a cop anymore.

- No, but I'm Sarah's big brother.

- 'Cause I can't blame Sean for putting his family first.

I mean, let's do what we can to help him.

Here we go.

- What do we got? - Fire's contained.

Got a couple smoke inhalation injuries.

They're on their way now to Med with the GSW victim,

Travis.

Believe he started the fire.

Smelled gasoline when we entered.

- So the, uh, shooter's the dealer, Logan Peters?

- Yeah, he's in the wind. Fled during the fire.

It's too late for a perimeter.

All right, well, Kim will take your statement.

Someplace quiet, huh?

Okay, what's going on?

- I arrived here after tracking Logan.

- I'm not actually asking for your statement.

I'm asking why the hell you didn't come to us.

- My sister's missing. I'm looking for her.

- Yeah, we have an entire unit that specializes in just that.

Not to mention, you have me. And Intelligence.

- I went to Fire first because of the ODs.

No...

I rode in a car with you for two years.

I know when you're lying. - I couldn't come to you.

- I don't care that we broke up.

It's not that.

- Do you realize how bad this looks for you right now?

You're at the scene of a shooting--

I can book you as a suspect. - You gotta be kidding me.

I was a cop. - You're not anymore.

All right?

So if you want, I'll take you down

to the station, then you can answer

my questions in the box.

Your choice.

She's dealing for him.

What?

- My sister's an addict. She has been for a while now.

And I think she's dealing for her boyfriend.

And if she is, and a teenager died,

then she's staring down a drug induced homicide charge.

So yeah, I went to Fire first and lied my ass off.

Hey, hey, hey.

Look, I need you to trust me now, okay?

Just...trust me, okay?

- We've been treating at least three ODs an hour,

like stopping running water.

This kid who set the fire?

- Yeah. - Travis Butler.

Paramedics brought him in 15 minutes ago,

GSW to the stomach, smoke inhalation.

He's still in surgery, but-- - If you're saying this place

is too busy, then you see my daughter first.

- No, but my son's in worse condition than your daughter.

Sir, sit down.

- This kid could've killed everyone in there.

Hey, what's going on?

- Victims from the fire were brought here,

and so was Travis.

- I do know that you-- - Get your hands off of me!

- Police! Hey, police!

Get off of me!

- Hey! Police!

Come on!

- Police! You need to calm down!

- Calm down. Calm down. - My son's in worse condition.

- Calm down. - Okay.

Come on, let's go this way.

- I'm sorry...I would never hit a cop--a woman.

I'm sorry. - It's okay, I'm fine.

- They say my son started the fire.

- Uh, we believe the guy who shot your son

is also involved in other crimes.

- What? - He was in the apartment

where the fire started. - No witnesses saw Logan flee.

- Mr. Butler? - Yeah?

- Surgery went well. Travis is stable.

- Can I see him? - Mm-hmm.

Thanks.

- See you guys. Thank you.

- Good work. - Thanks.

Yeah.

- No, I didn't see where Logan went.

He, uh, he shot me, I saw him leave the room, but that's all.

- How well do you know Logan? You know where he might run to?

I don't know him at all.

Friend of mine told me where to find him.

Told me he killed my girlfriend.

He dealt to her?

- She was happy. She was perfect.

Then he started selling to her.

He's responsible for this.

I was just trying to make it right.

I'm going to jail, aren't I?

Oh, man.

I should've told you to come here from the jump.

I'm sorry. I steered you wrong.

Well, I'm here now.

- You, uh, you gonna talk to Voight?

- Yeah. - Hey, O'Malley.

- Oh, come on, I finally got detailed to TACT.

But who needs a three-house raid when there's the honor

of covering your desk?

Hey, welcome back. - Thanks.

- Sorry to hear about the-- - Thank you.

Sorry for your loss.

- What's he talking about? - Uh, I got injured on the job.

That's all.

- My mother called me last week.

She found pills in Sarah's room.

Flushed them, then accused her of dealing.

Which didn't go well. - She ran?

- She's been gone nine days. - Hmm.

- We thought she ran off with her boyfriend.

I didn't even know his name until yesterday.

Logan Peters.

- Hmm. - If she did sell to those kids

that OD'd...

She's looking at a big charge.

- I know her, Sarge. She's a good kid.

She's just down on her luck, needs our help.

- Well, we find her first, we'll do what we can

to protect her. - Okay.

All right.

You can roll with Kim.

On a short leash.

I'm gonna tell you something, you go off on your own

while you're with my unit...

you're gonna see a whole other side of me, you understand?

Yeah.

Okay, he's yours.

- Thank you. - Mm.

- Ann Hoffman, 15. Clarke Preston, 17.

Two more ODs pronounced at Med in the last 24 hours.

And their tox report matches our original DOA, Brandi.

Mass amounts of fentanyl in their systems.

- Same compound product our dealer Logan Peters is pushing.

The kid's got a few priors for possession, theft,

and a statutory rate charge. He was 23, his girlfriend, 15.

Charge was dismissed. - All right, and the pills?

- Thinking Mexican oxy. Looks, feels, tastes like

regular oxy, but it's fake. Made with fentanyl, instead.

Comes directly from cartels, and is dealt to Hispanic gangs

in the city. - I got something.

- Latin Players said Logan wasn't getting product

from them. Southside Hustlers were

granting him asylum. - Well, begs the question,

where's he getting his product? - Witness popped.

Guy across the street from the fire says

he saw Logan running towards the L.

I pulled the footage. He got off at Wilson.

- All right, so run all Logan Peters' known associates

near that stop.

I mean, the guy's hiding somewhere, right?

We find him, flip him for his supplier, get this product

off the street before that board grows.

- Hey, you, uh, you want me to ride with you, or...

No.

Smaller numbers, it's a quicker spread.

- Right, okay. - Yeah.

- Well, we'll see you back here.

- What was that in there? - What?

You seem different.

- No, we just haven't spoken in years.

- Your unit seems to be walking on eggshells around you,

especially Ruzek.

- You should've stuck around, Roman.

You would've made detective.

And you seem different too.

- No, hey, you can't just come in.

- You answer the door high, holding a joint.

Not sure what you expect. - I ain't high.

And it's legal now.

- No, man, you're high on something a lot stronger

than marijuana, and you're on probation--

- Baby, can you please not be so loud?

- Hey, hey, come here. Get over here. Hey!

Let's go.

You trying to get to the drugs before we do?

- Mm. - Have a seat. Sit down!

- All right, you answer my questions,

I won't search this place, we have a deal?

You know this guy, Logan Peters?

- I don't know him. - You do know him.

He listed this address for two months

after he got out of prison. Try again.

Hey, look at this.

- Haven't seen him in a long time.

- What about her? Sarah Roman.