"55-David responding." Faith responded to the dispatcher.
"God, I hate domestics." Bosco said, flipping on the lights and sirens. Maurice
Boscorelli grew up in a world full of 'domestics' the last thing he wanted to do was see
some jagoff who used his wife as a punching bag.
"Hey, wanna get some Chinese after this call? I'm starved." Faith asked her
partner.
"Yeah, I could go for some Kung Pao chicken." Bosco said, pulling up in front of
the old apartment building. "Great, 10 bucks says there's no elevator." Bosco wagered,
stepping out of the cool RMP and into the August heat.
"Suck it up Bosco, in two months you'll be wishing for a day like this. And, it's
only 4 flights." Faith said, making her way towards the first flight of stairs.
"Only four flights? It's 95* out Faith. How 'bout you go check on Ike & Tina
Turner while I wait in the nice cool RMP?"
Faith ignored her partners comment, and continued up the old dirty stairs. "You
hear that?" she asked Bosco.
"I don't hear nothin'…"
"That's never a good thing, is it?" Faith said, releasing the strap on her gun.
When they reached the apartment door, Bosco pounded on it. "Police, open up!"
he shouted. He waited no more then a few seconds before pounding again, "Police, open
the damn door."
They heard the locks slowly being turned, and both reached towards their guns.
The doorknob turned, and the door opened. Behind the door was a young boy, probably
no older then 10 or 12 years of age. His clothes were raggedy, and he looked like he
hadn't had a decent meal in quite some time… he looked much like the other children
you'd probably find in a building like this.
"Yes, officer?" the young boy asked in a nervous tone.
"Are your mom and dad home?" Faith asked kindly, not wanting to scare the boy.
"No ma'am, my Dad's not home" the boy responded, and tried to shut the door.
"Wait a minute," Bosco said, putting up his hand to stop the door from shutting in
their face. "Where's your Mom? Is she home?"
"My mom's sleeping,"
"Someone called the cops. They said there was a lot of noise coming from this
apartment. Do you know anything about that?" Faith asked.
"I must have been playing my music too loud, I'm sorry," he said, once again
trying to close the door.
"Do you mind if we come in?" Bosco asked walking in, not waiting for an
answer.
The young boy closed the door behind them, and stood with his back to the door.
His stained oversized shirt made him seem much smaller then he was; his greasy dark
hair matched his equally dark eyes. "Everything's fine. You guys can leave," he said
hoping to convince them.
Bosco ignored the boy, and started looking around the apartment. He made his
way towards the living room, while Faith stayed in the other room with the boy.
"You're not in any trouble, we just need to make sure everyone's ok." Faith said
trying to comfort the boy.
The young boy didn't respond, he kept his head down with his eyes focused on
his torn sneakers.
"Faith, get in here!" Bosco called out from the living room.
Faith followed Bosco's voice into the other room; the young boy stayed a few
steps behind her.
"Ma'am are you ok?" Bosco asked, leaning down over her beaten body. She face
was swollen with bruises, and blood stained the floor around her.
"I'm fine." She weakly responded.
"This is 55-David, we need a bus at this location." Faith said into her radio.
"What happened here?" Faith said, turning her attention back to the boy.
"She fell." The boy responded with tears in his eyes. "You guys gotta leave now
ok?"
"No, we're not leaving. You're mother didn't just fall, look at her. She's hurt.
Who did this?" Bosco asked, get angrier with each word he spoke.
"Anth… don't" the beaten woman said to the boy.
The boy looked to the woman on the floor, and ignoring Bosco's questions, sat
down in a large armchair.
"Hello?" Carlos shouted as he walked in the apartment.
"Back here," Faith called out.
"What'd you got?" Kim asked walking into the room.
"We found her here like this, they won't say what happens but it looks like she
took a good one." Bosco said standing near the woman.
Kim bent down over the woman, and began checking over her injuries. Bosco
stood close by, watching over the both of them.
"And what about the kid?" Carlos asked, putting on his gloves and walking
towards the boy.
"As far as we can tell, he's fine. Neither one are saying much though." Faith said
walking towards Carlos and the boy.
Carlos kneeled in front of the boy, "Hey, I'm Carlos. Can you tell me your
name?"
The boy was quiet, "Ok, well can you tell me if you hurt anywhere?" Carlos
asked.
"Is my mom going to be Ok?"
"We're going to do everything we can to help the both of you. My partner over
there with your mom is going to make sure she's ok. I need to make sure you're ok. Now
can you tell me your name?"
"Anthony,"
"Alright Anthony," Carlos said taking the stethoscope off his neck. When he
placed the stethoscope on his back, the boy winced in pain.
"Sorry. Can you tell me your last name now?" Carlos asked, lifting up the back of
the boy's shirt to reveal old fading bruises.
"Uh, Faith…" Carlos said, pointing out the bruises to her.
"Jesus Christ…" Faith muttered under her breath, beating a woman was one thing
to Faith… beating a child was different, it made her blood boil.
"Anthony, who did this to you?" Faith asked.
"I fell off my bike," Anthony responded with no emotion.
Carlos picked up his clipboard, "Can you tell me your last name Anthony?"
"Boscorelli," Anthony answered.
"God, I hate domestics." Bosco said, flipping on the lights and sirens. Maurice
Boscorelli grew up in a world full of 'domestics' the last thing he wanted to do was see
some jagoff who used his wife as a punching bag.
"Hey, wanna get some Chinese after this call? I'm starved." Faith asked her
partner.
"Yeah, I could go for some Kung Pao chicken." Bosco said, pulling up in front of
the old apartment building. "Great, 10 bucks says there's no elevator." Bosco wagered,
stepping out of the cool RMP and into the August heat.
"Suck it up Bosco, in two months you'll be wishing for a day like this. And, it's
only 4 flights." Faith said, making her way towards the first flight of stairs.
"Only four flights? It's 95* out Faith. How 'bout you go check on Ike & Tina
Turner while I wait in the nice cool RMP?"
Faith ignored her partners comment, and continued up the old dirty stairs. "You
hear that?" she asked Bosco.
"I don't hear nothin'…"
"That's never a good thing, is it?" Faith said, releasing the strap on her gun.
When they reached the apartment door, Bosco pounded on it. "Police, open up!"
he shouted. He waited no more then a few seconds before pounding again, "Police, open
the damn door."
They heard the locks slowly being turned, and both reached towards their guns.
The doorknob turned, and the door opened. Behind the door was a young boy, probably
no older then 10 or 12 years of age. His clothes were raggedy, and he looked like he
hadn't had a decent meal in quite some time… he looked much like the other children
you'd probably find in a building like this.
"Yes, officer?" the young boy asked in a nervous tone.
"Are your mom and dad home?" Faith asked kindly, not wanting to scare the boy.
"No ma'am, my Dad's not home" the boy responded, and tried to shut the door.
"Wait a minute," Bosco said, putting up his hand to stop the door from shutting in
their face. "Where's your Mom? Is she home?"
"My mom's sleeping,"
"Someone called the cops. They said there was a lot of noise coming from this
apartment. Do you know anything about that?" Faith asked.
"I must have been playing my music too loud, I'm sorry," he said, once again
trying to close the door.
"Do you mind if we come in?" Bosco asked walking in, not waiting for an
answer.
The young boy closed the door behind them, and stood with his back to the door.
His stained oversized shirt made him seem much smaller then he was; his greasy dark
hair matched his equally dark eyes. "Everything's fine. You guys can leave," he said
hoping to convince them.
Bosco ignored the boy, and started looking around the apartment. He made his
way towards the living room, while Faith stayed in the other room with the boy.
"You're not in any trouble, we just need to make sure everyone's ok." Faith said
trying to comfort the boy.
The young boy didn't respond, he kept his head down with his eyes focused on
his torn sneakers.
"Faith, get in here!" Bosco called out from the living room.
Faith followed Bosco's voice into the other room; the young boy stayed a few
steps behind her.
"Ma'am are you ok?" Bosco asked, leaning down over her beaten body. She face
was swollen with bruises, and blood stained the floor around her.
"I'm fine." She weakly responded.
"This is 55-David, we need a bus at this location." Faith said into her radio.
"What happened here?" Faith said, turning her attention back to the boy.
"She fell." The boy responded with tears in his eyes. "You guys gotta leave now
ok?"
"No, we're not leaving. You're mother didn't just fall, look at her. She's hurt.
Who did this?" Bosco asked, get angrier with each word he spoke.
"Anth… don't" the beaten woman said to the boy.
The boy looked to the woman on the floor, and ignoring Bosco's questions, sat
down in a large armchair.
"Hello?" Carlos shouted as he walked in the apartment.
"Back here," Faith called out.
"What'd you got?" Kim asked walking into the room.
"We found her here like this, they won't say what happens but it looks like she
took a good one." Bosco said standing near the woman.
Kim bent down over the woman, and began checking over her injuries. Bosco
stood close by, watching over the both of them.
"And what about the kid?" Carlos asked, putting on his gloves and walking
towards the boy.
"As far as we can tell, he's fine. Neither one are saying much though." Faith said
walking towards Carlos and the boy.
Carlos kneeled in front of the boy, "Hey, I'm Carlos. Can you tell me your
name?"
The boy was quiet, "Ok, well can you tell me if you hurt anywhere?" Carlos
asked.
"Is my mom going to be Ok?"
"We're going to do everything we can to help the both of you. My partner over
there with your mom is going to make sure she's ok. I need to make sure you're ok. Now
can you tell me your name?"
"Anthony,"
"Alright Anthony," Carlos said taking the stethoscope off his neck. When he
placed the stethoscope on his back, the boy winced in pain.
"Sorry. Can you tell me your last name now?" Carlos asked, lifting up the back of
the boy's shirt to reveal old fading bruises.
"Uh, Faith…" Carlos said, pointing out the bruises to her.
"Jesus Christ…" Faith muttered under her breath, beating a woman was one thing
to Faith… beating a child was different, it made her blood boil.
"Anthony, who did this to you?" Faith asked.
"I fell off my bike," Anthony responded with no emotion.
Carlos picked up his clipboard, "Can you tell me your last name Anthony?"
"Boscorelli," Anthony answered.