Finally a Family
It started off like any other day. Some banter among the officers in the locker room before roll call. There were the usual jokes back and forth amongst each other - a real sense of comraderie.
They all sat through roll call and got their sector assignments for the day. Faith and Bosco started their patrol with both of them in a good mood for a change. Bosco had a good day two days off - choosing to spend the time in the sunshine and at the shore at a party with Jack Warner, his old Marine commanding officer and his family, who were in town and had contacted him. Faith too had a good two days off. She told Bosco about taking Fred and the kids with her to her parent's house out in the suburbs. For once Fred wasn't jealous about the fact that they couldn't afford to have a house with a yard for the kids. They had been going through counseling and were working toward making a better life for themselves and the kids. Bosco had to admit that the counseling seemed to be working; he'd never seen Faith so happy. He was happy for her.
His counselor had helped him work through his feelings for Faith and put things in perspective. He realized that as close as they were; as well as they knew each other; as well as they could read each other, there was no way there would be anything more. And he was finally okay with it.
Through his mandatory counseling after punching out the bank robbery suspect in front of the FBI, he was getting some other things straightened out in his life too. "Maybe it was a good thing that he had punched that jag-off after all," he thought to himself. He talked through a lot of things with the doctor even though he cringed when he got the standard, "tell me about your childhood" line from the shrink. As much as he resisted talking about it, when the doctor finally got it out of him it actually felt good to finally talk about all the crap he grew up with. He slowly began to realize that things in his family weren't his fault. He didn't choose his parents, although he wouldn't trade his mother for anything - no matter how screwed up she was. His father on the other hand - he still had the same feelings about him - none. He finally resigned himself to the fact that he would probably never see him again and that it was for the best. The only thing he remembers about his father was the drinking and fighting with his mother. It's no wonder Mikey was so screwed up.
He was just lucky that he got away when he did to join the Marines. He was lucky that he got hooked up with a good commanding officer. He got the attention and praise that he deserved from a man that had to bring a large number of boys into adulthood. He was lucky that his commanding officer was a man that could spot the three or four kids in his battalion that were screwed up. The older man spent the extra time guiding them and gradually Bosco chose a path to follow. It was during his time in the Marines, when the older officer had become like a father to Bosco, that he decided to become a cop after his tour. They talked at great length and concluded that as much as he enjoyed the Marines, he knew he wasn't a career man - he knew he had to move on. The two became close - he was the father that Bosco had never had. When Bosco had finished his tour, Jack had told him to come to Maine to be a cop, that he had some pull with the Police Chief. But, Bosco decided he wanted come back to NYC to become a cop and protect the streets he grew up on. Jack had understood. But he did stay in touch with Jack and got to know his family. He was accepted as one of the family and had three "sisters" and another "mother" that he had become pretty close with.
They were the first to call him after 9/11 to make sure he was okay. They called him often. Mrs. Warner said she was worried and told Jack that she didn't like the sound of his voice. They told him to come to Maine to get away from it for a while, but he just felt like he had to stay in NYC. They understood. Funny how he hadn't known Mrs. Warner for very long and she still knew him better than his own mother. He didn't hear from his own mother until he had called her about three weeks after the attacks - when he could talk about it a little easier. He had never heard from his brother.
He was pulled back to the present when he heard Faith say, "Bosco! Are you listening?"
"What - sorry," he apologized. "I was just thinking about some things. What did you say?"
"I said, 'You look like you got some sun on your days off. What did you do?" Faith repeated.
"Oh yeah - I went out to the shore with the Warners," he replied. "We just hung out at the shore, went to see a show last night and I met them all for breakfast before they head back to Maine this afternoon," he said with a smile on his face.
"So, you had a good time with your Mom and Dad, huh?" Bosco asked. "Yeah, Bos. It was really good. Fred is really trying and it's really good between us," Faith told him with a smile as she took the cruiser down 17th Street. One of the shop owners there was having trouble with a certain shoplifter that was all too familiar to Bosco and Faith.
"Good Faith. I'm glad things are working out for you guys. You deserve to be happy," he told her. "But if you need me for anything, I'm always there for you - no matter what," he reminded her.
"Ditto, Bos. You know that right?" she asked him. "Absolutely, Partner," he responded.
Just then, Bosco's cell phone rang. He answered it and Faith smiled as his face lit up when he realized it was Jack Warner on the phone. "Hey Jack, what's up?" Bosco said as he kept an eye on their local neighborhood shoplifter walking down the opposite side of the street. He tapped Faith on the arm and pointed in the direction of the guy so she could keep an eye on him too. She nodded, trying not to listen in on his conversation. The character was walking into the corner grocery, obviously up to no good, because as he glanced up and down the sidewalk he noticed their RMP and quickly walked back down the street in the opposite direction.
As much as she tried not to listen in, she couldn't help but notice the change in Bosco's voice causing her to look over and notice the frown on his face.
"Jack, slow down. You said she was going shopping this morning right? Maybe she just lost track of time," Bosco reassured him.
"Bosco, you know that Jenny never loses track of time. She's a military brat, remember?" came Jack's reply from the other end.
He gestured for Faith to turn the car around and head the other direction. "Look, Jack. Ask Nancy, Theresa and Mrs. Warner if they know where Jenny was going. I'm on my way over to your hotel. Everything's gonna' be fine, Sir. Okay. See you in a few," he said as he hung up.
"What's up?" asked Faith, getting a bad feeling. "Head over to the Marriott, Faith. Jack says Jenny's missing. I'm sure it's nothing but I wanna check it out to be sure."
"No problem," said Faith as she stepped up the speed of the cruiser. They were at the Marriott in about eight minutes and Jack met them in the lobby.
Bosco got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach when he saw the look on Jack's face. Jack was a retired Marine Colonel. He didn't panic in situations. "There has to be something to this," he thought to himself as he noticed that Jack looked about 10 years older than he did this morning at breakfast. He glanced at his watch as he walked up to Jack. It had only been about six hours since they had breakfast together. What could happen in six hours? "Plenty," he thought, thinking of all the terrible things he had seen in his years on the force.
"Bosco, she should have been back here two hours ago. She knew we were leaving for the airport," Colonel Warner rattled off quickly. "I guess it's the same with any family - military or not - when family is involved all resolve goes out the window," thought Bosco as he started to get a bigger knot in his stomach.
"Okay, Sir," Bosco said trying to calm the man down. "Did you ask the girls where she was going? We can try to call there and have her paged. Have you tried her cell phone?" he asked, hoping that she had just lost track of the time, but at the same time doubting it.
"Nancy said she was going to Sax and Macy's. She wasn't sure where else. Theresa tried her cell phone and there was no answer," he said with panic in his voice. Jack looked at Faith as she walked up beside Bosco after parking the RMP and calling in to the station to report what they were working on. "You think something bad happened, don't you Bosco. That's why you called in more officers."
"What?" he said, finally noticing Faith standing beside him. "No, no Jack. This is my partner Faith Yokas. She was with me when you called me. She was just talking to the doorman outside," he assured Colonel Warner as he looked at Faith to see if she found out anything.
"Hi Sir," Faith said shaking hands with the distraught man. "I checked with the doorman and he remembers Ms. Warner getting into the cab at about 11:00 a.m.," she relayed to the two men. "He says the taxi headed off in the direction of Fifth Avenue," she added.
"Where's Mrs. Warner?" asked Bosco.
"Amanda is waiting up in the room in case Jenny calls," he told Bosco. "And you know she wants you to call her 'Mom,'" he chastised. Faith smiled and thought how great it was that Bosco finally had a real family - even if it was adopted family.
"Okay, Faith and I are going to take a ride over to Macy's and Sax and check to see if anyone remembers her coming into the store. Do you know if she was using cash or credit cards?" asked Bosco.
"I gave her my credit card to use," Jack answered. "Okay, stay by the phone in case she calls. You have my cell phone number in case you hear anything or remember anything else," he said as he and Faith headed toward the RMP.
"Thank you Bosco and Officer Yokas," Jack said.
"You know she likes you to call her Faith," Bosco said trying to lighten the mood a little even though he was beginning to get really worried.
Bosco and Faith were in the car with Bosco driving toward Fifth Avenue to check Sax, Macy's and any of the other stores she may have wandered into. Bosco said, "Faith, I have a bad feeling about this."
"Don't jump to any conclusions Bosco. You know this kind of thing happens all the time. She probably lost track of time or met someone she knew and got talking," she said, trying unsuccessfully to convince herself.
"Yeah," was all Bosco said. His mind was whirling a million miles a minute. He was thinking of all the places she could have gone, trying to remember some of her favorite sights in NYC.
They parked the RMP outside of Sax and Bosco headed in to check with some of the staff while Faith headed over to Macy's on foot to check with their staff.
Bosco walked through the front door and could tell in an instant that they didn't want him there - not in uniform anyway. It didn't "look good," they had been told by the snooty store security in the past. "Tough shit," he thought to himself as he headed toward the security office. He was met fairly quickly by an undercover security officer and led back to the office. They wanted him out of sight as quickly as possible.
The head of security, Tom Walsh, was waiting for Bosco when he arrived at the office. Bosco told him the situation and said he wanted to talk to some of the staff in the likely departments she stopped in. Mr. Walsh said, "Officer Boscorelli, is it?" Bosco just nodded.
"Officer Boscorelly, why don't you let me go out on the sales floor and speak with the staff. I'll let you know if they remember anything. You can leave your number with my secretary," he motioned over to a young woman sitting at a desk.
"Look, Tom, is it?" The man nodded. "Look, jag-off. This is my sister that's missing and I'm not about to leave it up to a bunch of incompetent, cop-wanna-be's, to screw it up. I'm going to talk to them myself. You can 'tag along' if you want," he sneered as he headed out the office door.
"Officer Boscorelli, you can't just come into my store and behave like you're in charge. Who is your superior. I'll need his name and your badge number for my report," Mr. Walsh asked. He didn't get to finish the word "report" before Bosco spun around and said, "Look, MR. Walsh. You can have my superior officer's name and my badge number, but let me tell you something," he said as he invaded the young man's space. "For your information, YOUR store is in MY city and as long as I have this badge that says New York City Policy Department, I AM in charge. You got that?"
Without waiting for an answer from the shocked man, Bosco turned on his heel and stormed out of the office and headed out to the sales floor.
Bosco spent the next 30 minutes talking to just about every sales clerk in the store, with the Head of Security sheepishly following him around and glaring at him. Bosco showed a picture of the 26-year-old woman from his wallet. "Her hair is a little longer than that now, and straight," he said, updating Jenny's description from the three-year-old picture.
A couple of the sales clerks recognized Jenny's picture and said that she had bought two or three items and then they had left. "Wait a minute... 'they,'" Bosco asked?
"Yes," replied one of the clerks. "She had a young man following after her. He kind of hung back. I guessed that he would rather be doing something else than shopping is all,' she added.
"Can you describe this guy," asked Bosco hopefully.
"I didn't really pay that much attention to him, but you could probably get his name off the credit card she was using. I remember the card was in a man's name, so I assumed it was his," she rambled on.
Bosco shook his head knowing that it was Jack's card she used. He turned to Tom Walsh, "Do you know how to use a computer?" he asked sarcastically.
"Absolutely," Walsh bragged, missing the sarcastic tone in Bosco's voice.
"Good. I want you to go back to your office and check the computer receipts for today. I want to know what time all the sales were made that were charged to a Mr. Jack Warner's card. I also want a copy of all the security videos for the last six hours. I'll be back for them," he said as he turned to go and catch up with Faith.
"Wait a minute, you'll need a warrant for that," Walsh sneered.
Bosco walked back over to the man and he thought the officer was going to hit him and flinched. "Look, jag-off. How many times do I have to tell you. This is my sister we're talking about and she wasn't shopping with any guy. She was alone. So I'm telling you that I want those receipts and tapes and you won't be happy if I have to come back here after wasting precious time waiting for a warrant. Got it!"
"Well, I'll get you what you need, but I'm going to need a warrant at some point to cover myself in case there's a problem," he said, agreeing to get what Bosco wanted.
"I'm your only problem, pal," he said. Then pausing, he added civilly, "Thanks. I'll get you your warrant eventually, but I want that stuff as soon as possible," and he added a "Please" at the end of the sentence.
Apparently that is all the guy wanted because he smiled and left to go get the receipts and tapes ready for Bosco's return.
As Bosco headed over to Macy's he looked at his watch. 4:00 p.m. It was five hours since she was seen leaving the hotel and eight hours since he had seen her at breakfast and teased her about her latest boyfriend, he thought to himself with a sad smile. "Please let her be okay," he prayed silently.
As he was entering Macy's, he ran into Faith coming out. "Anything?" he asked her hoping for some good news. Faith shook her head "no."
"I talked with the clerks that were working at the time she was here and they remember her buying some pretty risqué lingerie. They remember some guy with her also, standing pretty close and holding on to her arm the whole time. They said she didn't look like she wanted to buy the stuff, but 'they didn't want to interfere,'" she said with a disgusted look on her face. I talked to the security chief and he is getting me a copy of any surveillance videos from that area of the store.
"I'm really not liking this Faith," Bosco said, rubbing his sour stomach.
"Yeah, Bos, I know. What do you think, time to call Swersky and let him get things rolling," she said as gently as she could.
Bosoc looked up from the ground and said, "I can't not find her Faith. She's gotta be okay. Do you understand?"
"Yeah Bosco, I understand," she said, putting a hand on his arm. "You remember what I said before right Bos?"
He shrugged. "I'm here for you - no matter what it takes," she reminded him. He nodded with a smile and they both headed back to the car to call Lt. Swersky.
They were driving back to the Marriott hotel to warn Jack and Amanda about what was going on and what was going to be happening very soon. Bosco was on the phone arguing with Sgt. Christopher. "Look, just put me through to Swersky, will ya," he mouthed his favorite word - 'Jag-off' - to Faith as Christopher finally gave in and was putting him through.
Bosco explained the situation to the Lt. and he assured Bosco that he would set the wheels in motion. "You know Bosco," Lt. Swersky reminded him. "She has to be missing for 24 hours before a missing persons report can be filed. Are you sure she isn't just off with some guy she met?"
"Boss, I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he replied sadly. "Okay, Bosco. I'm gonna go to the Chief to see if he'll bypass the 24-hour rule and get things rolling on this end. He owes me a favor so it shouldn't be a problem," the Lt. added.
"Thanks Loo," said Bosco gratefully.
It started off like any other day. Some banter among the officers in the locker room before roll call. There were the usual jokes back and forth amongst each other - a real sense of comraderie.
They all sat through roll call and got their sector assignments for the day. Faith and Bosco started their patrol with both of them in a good mood for a change. Bosco had a good day two days off - choosing to spend the time in the sunshine and at the shore at a party with Jack Warner, his old Marine commanding officer and his family, who were in town and had contacted him. Faith too had a good two days off. She told Bosco about taking Fred and the kids with her to her parent's house out in the suburbs. For once Fred wasn't jealous about the fact that they couldn't afford to have a house with a yard for the kids. They had been going through counseling and were working toward making a better life for themselves and the kids. Bosco had to admit that the counseling seemed to be working; he'd never seen Faith so happy. He was happy for her.
His counselor had helped him work through his feelings for Faith and put things in perspective. He realized that as close as they were; as well as they knew each other; as well as they could read each other, there was no way there would be anything more. And he was finally okay with it.
Through his mandatory counseling after punching out the bank robbery suspect in front of the FBI, he was getting some other things straightened out in his life too. "Maybe it was a good thing that he had punched that jag-off after all," he thought to himself. He talked through a lot of things with the doctor even though he cringed when he got the standard, "tell me about your childhood" line from the shrink. As much as he resisted talking about it, when the doctor finally got it out of him it actually felt good to finally talk about all the crap he grew up with. He slowly began to realize that things in his family weren't his fault. He didn't choose his parents, although he wouldn't trade his mother for anything - no matter how screwed up she was. His father on the other hand - he still had the same feelings about him - none. He finally resigned himself to the fact that he would probably never see him again and that it was for the best. The only thing he remembers about his father was the drinking and fighting with his mother. It's no wonder Mikey was so screwed up.
He was just lucky that he got away when he did to join the Marines. He was lucky that he got hooked up with a good commanding officer. He got the attention and praise that he deserved from a man that had to bring a large number of boys into adulthood. He was lucky that his commanding officer was a man that could spot the three or four kids in his battalion that were screwed up. The older man spent the extra time guiding them and gradually Bosco chose a path to follow. It was during his time in the Marines, when the older officer had become like a father to Bosco, that he decided to become a cop after his tour. They talked at great length and concluded that as much as he enjoyed the Marines, he knew he wasn't a career man - he knew he had to move on. The two became close - he was the father that Bosco had never had. When Bosco had finished his tour, Jack had told him to come to Maine to be a cop, that he had some pull with the Police Chief. But, Bosco decided he wanted come back to NYC to become a cop and protect the streets he grew up on. Jack had understood. But he did stay in touch with Jack and got to know his family. He was accepted as one of the family and had three "sisters" and another "mother" that he had become pretty close with.
They were the first to call him after 9/11 to make sure he was okay. They called him often. Mrs. Warner said she was worried and told Jack that she didn't like the sound of his voice. They told him to come to Maine to get away from it for a while, but he just felt like he had to stay in NYC. They understood. Funny how he hadn't known Mrs. Warner for very long and she still knew him better than his own mother. He didn't hear from his own mother until he had called her about three weeks after the attacks - when he could talk about it a little easier. He had never heard from his brother.
He was pulled back to the present when he heard Faith say, "Bosco! Are you listening?"
"What - sorry," he apologized. "I was just thinking about some things. What did you say?"
"I said, 'You look like you got some sun on your days off. What did you do?" Faith repeated.
"Oh yeah - I went out to the shore with the Warners," he replied. "We just hung out at the shore, went to see a show last night and I met them all for breakfast before they head back to Maine this afternoon," he said with a smile on his face.
"So, you had a good time with your Mom and Dad, huh?" Bosco asked. "Yeah, Bos. It was really good. Fred is really trying and it's really good between us," Faith told him with a smile as she took the cruiser down 17th Street. One of the shop owners there was having trouble with a certain shoplifter that was all too familiar to Bosco and Faith.
"Good Faith. I'm glad things are working out for you guys. You deserve to be happy," he told her. "But if you need me for anything, I'm always there for you - no matter what," he reminded her.
"Ditto, Bos. You know that right?" she asked him. "Absolutely, Partner," he responded.
Just then, Bosco's cell phone rang. He answered it and Faith smiled as his face lit up when he realized it was Jack Warner on the phone. "Hey Jack, what's up?" Bosco said as he kept an eye on their local neighborhood shoplifter walking down the opposite side of the street. He tapped Faith on the arm and pointed in the direction of the guy so she could keep an eye on him too. She nodded, trying not to listen in on his conversation. The character was walking into the corner grocery, obviously up to no good, because as he glanced up and down the sidewalk he noticed their RMP and quickly walked back down the street in the opposite direction.
As much as she tried not to listen in, she couldn't help but notice the change in Bosco's voice causing her to look over and notice the frown on his face.
"Jack, slow down. You said she was going shopping this morning right? Maybe she just lost track of time," Bosco reassured him.
"Bosco, you know that Jenny never loses track of time. She's a military brat, remember?" came Jack's reply from the other end.
He gestured for Faith to turn the car around and head the other direction. "Look, Jack. Ask Nancy, Theresa and Mrs. Warner if they know where Jenny was going. I'm on my way over to your hotel. Everything's gonna' be fine, Sir. Okay. See you in a few," he said as he hung up.
"What's up?" asked Faith, getting a bad feeling. "Head over to the Marriott, Faith. Jack says Jenny's missing. I'm sure it's nothing but I wanna check it out to be sure."
"No problem," said Faith as she stepped up the speed of the cruiser. They were at the Marriott in about eight minutes and Jack met them in the lobby.
Bosco got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach when he saw the look on Jack's face. Jack was a retired Marine Colonel. He didn't panic in situations. "There has to be something to this," he thought to himself as he noticed that Jack looked about 10 years older than he did this morning at breakfast. He glanced at his watch as he walked up to Jack. It had only been about six hours since they had breakfast together. What could happen in six hours? "Plenty," he thought, thinking of all the terrible things he had seen in his years on the force.
"Bosco, she should have been back here two hours ago. She knew we were leaving for the airport," Colonel Warner rattled off quickly. "I guess it's the same with any family - military or not - when family is involved all resolve goes out the window," thought Bosco as he started to get a bigger knot in his stomach.
"Okay, Sir," Bosco said trying to calm the man down. "Did you ask the girls where she was going? We can try to call there and have her paged. Have you tried her cell phone?" he asked, hoping that she had just lost track of the time, but at the same time doubting it.
"Nancy said she was going to Sax and Macy's. She wasn't sure where else. Theresa tried her cell phone and there was no answer," he said with panic in his voice. Jack looked at Faith as she walked up beside Bosco after parking the RMP and calling in to the station to report what they were working on. "You think something bad happened, don't you Bosco. That's why you called in more officers."
"What?" he said, finally noticing Faith standing beside him. "No, no Jack. This is my partner Faith Yokas. She was with me when you called me. She was just talking to the doorman outside," he assured Colonel Warner as he looked at Faith to see if she found out anything.
"Hi Sir," Faith said shaking hands with the distraught man. "I checked with the doorman and he remembers Ms. Warner getting into the cab at about 11:00 a.m.," she relayed to the two men. "He says the taxi headed off in the direction of Fifth Avenue," she added.
"Where's Mrs. Warner?" asked Bosco.
"Amanda is waiting up in the room in case Jenny calls," he told Bosco. "And you know she wants you to call her 'Mom,'" he chastised. Faith smiled and thought how great it was that Bosco finally had a real family - even if it was adopted family.
"Okay, Faith and I are going to take a ride over to Macy's and Sax and check to see if anyone remembers her coming into the store. Do you know if she was using cash or credit cards?" asked Bosco.
"I gave her my credit card to use," Jack answered. "Okay, stay by the phone in case she calls. You have my cell phone number in case you hear anything or remember anything else," he said as he and Faith headed toward the RMP.
"Thank you Bosco and Officer Yokas," Jack said.
"You know she likes you to call her Faith," Bosco said trying to lighten the mood a little even though he was beginning to get really worried.
Bosco and Faith were in the car with Bosco driving toward Fifth Avenue to check Sax, Macy's and any of the other stores she may have wandered into. Bosco said, "Faith, I have a bad feeling about this."
"Don't jump to any conclusions Bosco. You know this kind of thing happens all the time. She probably lost track of time or met someone she knew and got talking," she said, trying unsuccessfully to convince herself.
"Yeah," was all Bosco said. His mind was whirling a million miles a minute. He was thinking of all the places she could have gone, trying to remember some of her favorite sights in NYC.
They parked the RMP outside of Sax and Bosco headed in to check with some of the staff while Faith headed over to Macy's on foot to check with their staff.
Bosco walked through the front door and could tell in an instant that they didn't want him there - not in uniform anyway. It didn't "look good," they had been told by the snooty store security in the past. "Tough shit," he thought to himself as he headed toward the security office. He was met fairly quickly by an undercover security officer and led back to the office. They wanted him out of sight as quickly as possible.
The head of security, Tom Walsh, was waiting for Bosco when he arrived at the office. Bosco told him the situation and said he wanted to talk to some of the staff in the likely departments she stopped in. Mr. Walsh said, "Officer Boscorelli, is it?" Bosco just nodded.
"Officer Boscorelly, why don't you let me go out on the sales floor and speak with the staff. I'll let you know if they remember anything. You can leave your number with my secretary," he motioned over to a young woman sitting at a desk.
"Look, Tom, is it?" The man nodded. "Look, jag-off. This is my sister that's missing and I'm not about to leave it up to a bunch of incompetent, cop-wanna-be's, to screw it up. I'm going to talk to them myself. You can 'tag along' if you want," he sneered as he headed out the office door.
"Officer Boscorelli, you can't just come into my store and behave like you're in charge. Who is your superior. I'll need his name and your badge number for my report," Mr. Walsh asked. He didn't get to finish the word "report" before Bosco spun around and said, "Look, MR. Walsh. You can have my superior officer's name and my badge number, but let me tell you something," he said as he invaded the young man's space. "For your information, YOUR store is in MY city and as long as I have this badge that says New York City Policy Department, I AM in charge. You got that?"
Without waiting for an answer from the shocked man, Bosco turned on his heel and stormed out of the office and headed out to the sales floor.
Bosco spent the next 30 minutes talking to just about every sales clerk in the store, with the Head of Security sheepishly following him around and glaring at him. Bosco showed a picture of the 26-year-old woman from his wallet. "Her hair is a little longer than that now, and straight," he said, updating Jenny's description from the three-year-old picture.
A couple of the sales clerks recognized Jenny's picture and said that she had bought two or three items and then they had left. "Wait a minute... 'they,'" Bosco asked?
"Yes," replied one of the clerks. "She had a young man following after her. He kind of hung back. I guessed that he would rather be doing something else than shopping is all,' she added.
"Can you describe this guy," asked Bosco hopefully.
"I didn't really pay that much attention to him, but you could probably get his name off the credit card she was using. I remember the card was in a man's name, so I assumed it was his," she rambled on.
Bosco shook his head knowing that it was Jack's card she used. He turned to Tom Walsh, "Do you know how to use a computer?" he asked sarcastically.
"Absolutely," Walsh bragged, missing the sarcastic tone in Bosco's voice.
"Good. I want you to go back to your office and check the computer receipts for today. I want to know what time all the sales were made that were charged to a Mr. Jack Warner's card. I also want a copy of all the security videos for the last six hours. I'll be back for them," he said as he turned to go and catch up with Faith.
"Wait a minute, you'll need a warrant for that," Walsh sneered.
Bosco walked back over to the man and he thought the officer was going to hit him and flinched. "Look, jag-off. How many times do I have to tell you. This is my sister we're talking about and she wasn't shopping with any guy. She was alone. So I'm telling you that I want those receipts and tapes and you won't be happy if I have to come back here after wasting precious time waiting for a warrant. Got it!"
"Well, I'll get you what you need, but I'm going to need a warrant at some point to cover myself in case there's a problem," he said, agreeing to get what Bosco wanted.
"I'm your only problem, pal," he said. Then pausing, he added civilly, "Thanks. I'll get you your warrant eventually, but I want that stuff as soon as possible," and he added a "Please" at the end of the sentence.
Apparently that is all the guy wanted because he smiled and left to go get the receipts and tapes ready for Bosco's return.
As Bosco headed over to Macy's he looked at his watch. 4:00 p.m. It was five hours since she was seen leaving the hotel and eight hours since he had seen her at breakfast and teased her about her latest boyfriend, he thought to himself with a sad smile. "Please let her be okay," he prayed silently.
As he was entering Macy's, he ran into Faith coming out. "Anything?" he asked her hoping for some good news. Faith shook her head "no."
"I talked with the clerks that were working at the time she was here and they remember her buying some pretty risqué lingerie. They remember some guy with her also, standing pretty close and holding on to her arm the whole time. They said she didn't look like she wanted to buy the stuff, but 'they didn't want to interfere,'" she said with a disgusted look on her face. I talked to the security chief and he is getting me a copy of any surveillance videos from that area of the store.
"I'm really not liking this Faith," Bosco said, rubbing his sour stomach.
"Yeah, Bos, I know. What do you think, time to call Swersky and let him get things rolling," she said as gently as she could.
Bosoc looked up from the ground and said, "I can't not find her Faith. She's gotta be okay. Do you understand?"
"Yeah Bosco, I understand," she said, putting a hand on his arm. "You remember what I said before right Bos?"
He shrugged. "I'm here for you - no matter what it takes," she reminded him. He nodded with a smile and they both headed back to the car to call Lt. Swersky.
They were driving back to the Marriott hotel to warn Jack and Amanda about what was going on and what was going to be happening very soon. Bosco was on the phone arguing with Sgt. Christopher. "Look, just put me through to Swersky, will ya," he mouthed his favorite word - 'Jag-off' - to Faith as Christopher finally gave in and was putting him through.
Bosco explained the situation to the Lt. and he assured Bosco that he would set the wheels in motion. "You know Bosco," Lt. Swersky reminded him. "She has to be missing for 24 hours before a missing persons report can be filed. Are you sure she isn't just off with some guy she met?"
"Boss, I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he replied sadly. "Okay, Bosco. I'm gonna go to the Chief to see if he'll bypass the 24-hour rule and get things rolling on this end. He owes me a favor so it shouldn't be a problem," the Lt. added.
"Thanks Loo," said Bosco gratefully.