Severide: So what now? Sit on the parking lot and wait for this guy to come back around?
Roman: School’s out. I don’t feel like waiting.
Severide: So how do we find him?
Roman: I worked a beat in this neighborhood. I know who to ask.
Severide: Maybe loop in Intelligence? Sounds like Logan could be the dealer they’re looking for.
Roman: I’ll check it out first; get a read on the guy. No use sending them down the wrong trail, having Voight come down on me for sticking my nose in. And if he’s dating my 17-year-old sister, we’re gonna have words. Hey look, next stop won’t be as friendly.
Severide: You’re gonna need backup.
Roman: Can’t hurt, but you’ve done enough already.
Severide: I got a sister too, went through some hard times.
Roman: All right then. Let’s do this.