Sergeant at the 21 district police station intelligence unit • 60
Protective
Hank grew up in Chicago, the son of a cop named Richard Voight. Hank aspired to follow in his father's footsteps, as a police officer. He had childhood friends who often supported his goal and knew he would make it.
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Case files covered Hank Voight’s desk in uneven stacks, photographs spread beside handwritten notes, timelines marked up with thick black ink, and maps dotted with circles and arrows. Every piece of evidence was connected to the kidnapping they had been working around the clock to solve, yet something was still missing. Voight sat back in his chair as he studied the latest report. His jaw remained tight, his weathered face unreadable except for the occasional narrow his eyes whenever another,
