At HQ, Lieutenant Dawson is on the phone with someone that he doesn't seem to like very much. "Do you like your job, Lieutenant?" a woman on the other end asks. "Is that a trick question, ma'am?" he flips back. Luckily, video conferencing wasn't in the budget, so this lady can't see Dawson's various expressions of annoyance. "Disappointment does not begin to express the mayor's state," she huffs at him. He tries to explain that the offer of reward money has brought in a flood of new witnesses, but she starts spitting statistics at him about his declining success rate. Dawson puts her on mute as Frank walks into the office. "I'd drop-kick this woman if she wasn't married to a congressman," he says. She blah-blahs for a while more before Dawson un-mutes her and inserts an obligatory "I hear you, Deputy Mayor," while also rolling his eyes. She demands a televised arraignment before week's end.
In turn, Dawson demands a solid lead from Frank by the end of the day. Joe loiters around outside, acting like he's not overly interested in what's going on in there. "What about our friend?" Dawson asks, nodding at Joe. "Short leash until I can get a better handle," Frank says. So I guess they're not even trying to keep it a secret that they're investigating Joe? Because they're doing everything but pointing a neon sign through the office window right at him while they're talking.
Frank joins Joe in the break room. "How are the ribs?" he asks. "Hurt," Joe says. He's back to his maroon shirt, and he's been wearing the same mushroom gray suit for three episodes now. Either he's not crooked and doesn't have money to buy a bigger wardrobe or he's so crooked that he's keeping a humble facade to throw off suspicious coworkers. The subject turns to Frank's convo with Dawson, as well as the mayor's growing impatience. "We need to give him something," Frank says, "and we need to keep you off IA's radar." Joe scoffs. "They got nothing." Frank says that Boyd seems to think otherwise, but Joe thinks Boyd's just on a fishing trip. Mind you, they're having this whole conversation in the open with people in the bullpen just a few feet away. If this were Downton Abbey instead of the Detroit PD, someone would be overhearing their conversation from the doorway.
Joe notices that Skelos has just walked into the department with a starchily dressed fellow who can only be his lawyer. "Did you call in Skelos?" Joe asks. "Had to," Frank says, explaining that McCann was in his pocket. Joe knows it makes sense, but he was intentionally left out of the loop and it stings more than his bruised ribs.