Finally A Family - Part III
Jenny slowly awoke to darkness and silence. She had hoped that what she had just been through had been a dream, but as her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light she realized that it was all too real. "Where had this guy come from? What does he want?" she asked herself over and over during the last eight hours.
She wracked her brain trying to figure out just when he started following her. She had always been more careful than her sisters. She had always had a certain fear of strangers, even as a young girl. She first noticed him when she had made her last purchase at Sax before heading over to Macy's. She had finished charging the pair of shoes on her father's credit card, retrieved the card from the clerk and turned to gather her packages. The young man was near her other packages and had offered to help her out with them. He was nice looking enough, with his up-scale clothes and his good manners. She politely declined, thanking him and gathered her bags and headed for the exit, all the while feeling his presence behind her. "He's probably just leaving the store too," she said to herself as she dismissed her nervous feelings. As she headed out of the store's front exit to the street, she caught a glimpse of him in the glass from the door. He was still there, with a slight smile on his face.
The man couldn't believe his luck. He happened to see her entering Sax while he was walking the streets to meet his drug runners. He had seen her and her family - and that damned Boscorelli - at the shore a couple of days ago and the memories from all those years ago came flooding back, making him angry again. He always got angry when he thought of how that man had ruined his life. He should have minded his own business. At the time he first saw Warner at the beach, his mind immediately tried to come up with a plan for revenge. Then, they had left and he thought that his chance had been missed. When he saw her again on 5th Avenue he recognized her at once and followed her into the store. He kept his distance - just far enough not to be noticed, but to be able to hear the clerk call her Ms. Warner when she handed her back her Daddy's charge card. He followed her for a little while, putting the plan together in his mind.
"Hmm," he thought to himself. "She's not too bad. Maybe I'll have some fun with her before I finish my business with her father."
As she headed in the direction of Macy's, she glanced sideways into the glass storefronts on her way. She noticed he was no longer behind her and she glanced over her shoulder and was relieved to find him nowhere in sight. She relaxed, laughing at herself for overreacting, and continued on her way to Macy's. Just as she was about to enter the next store, she felt someone along side her, grabbing her by the arm. She turned toward him with an alarmed look on her face, dropping a couple of her bags. His grip on her arm had tightened and he managed to gather her dropped bags and continue walking with her - all the while with a smile on his face and a tighter and tighter grip on her arm.
"Look, Jennifer Warner - that's right I know your name," he said angrily through his false smile. "If you ever want to see the rest of your family again, you better just do what I say and not make any waves. If you chose to ignore my advice, Dear Old Daddy will pay the price," he warned.
"What have you done with my father," she asked, trying to remain calm.
"Nothing yet, but don't worry, you'll hear all about it soon enough," he promised her. "You think he's so good and righteous. Well, he isn't as perfect as you think, little girl," he added.
The man continued his grasp on her and led her to the men's department. "Might as well grab myself some goodies as long as "Daddy's" paying, right Angel?" he said to Jenny. He picked out a handful of very expensive things and made her pay the clerk; the whole time not standing more than inches from Jenny. "Make sure you keep that nice smile on your face, honey. If you screw up, Daddy will pay the price," he warned her again.
Jenny did what she was told. She didn't know what this guy was all about, but she wasn't about to jeopardize her family. As they were exiting the store, the man noticed some lingerie on display. He made her purchase it on the way out, even though he could tell she didn't like it. "Too bad, little girl," he thought to himself. "I like it and it will look hot on you."
As soon as they exited the store, he hailed a taxi. As she realized she was being abducted, she became upset and started hyperventilating. By the time the cab made it through traffic and over to the curb, Jenny was feeling faint and was unable to put up much resistance. He gently placed her in the back seat, along with the packages and climbed in. The driver looked into his rear view mirror and was about to ask where they wanted to be taken when he noticed the condition of the young woman.
"Hey, is she okay?" he asked the other passenger. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" he offered.
"No, she's okay. She just overdid it today. She's recovering from some medical problems and she's just really wiped out. I'll just get her home and let her rest for a while," he said, smiling and thanking the driver, giving him the up-scale address. The driver heard the address and decided, "Huh, just some rich chick with too much money for drugs or something." He drove them to the address and left the packages on the doorstep as the man brought the young woman inside and came back out to pay him and thank him for his help. "No problem, sir," he said noticing the generous tip. "Hope your friend is okay."
"She'll be fine, and thanks again," the man said as he watched the taxi leave.
Now, she looked around her surroundings, trying to figure out where she was. Wherever it was, it wasn't a shack. It was a pretty nice looking place, with expensive furnishings. She was on a large bed and she slowly sat up, noticing that her clothes were gone and she was wearing the hideous lingerie that he had made her buy. Panic quickly coursed through her and she made her way to the door of the room only to find it locked. She looked for a light and turned it on. It was a beautiful room, but not like a hotel. It must have been a private residence, but where? Who was this guy? What did he want? She had no idea how long she had been asleep, but remembered the terror she felt as she passed out while he was placing her in the cab. She suddenly realized that she had no idea how long she had passed out for. "Am I even in New York anymore?" she thought.
She wondered if anyone knew that she was missing yet. Had he taken the rest of her family as he had hinted at? Would anyone miss them? They must. "We would have missed our flight home by now", she thought, and her Aunt was supposed to pick them up at the airport. She had met Bosco in Maine and would try to get hold of him when they didn't show up at the airport.
She smiled at the thought of Bosco. She knew that if anyone could find her it would be him. Maybe it was because of all the stories Bosco had told her over the last six years. She loved to sit and listen to him talk about his adventures with the New York City Police Department. She knew he wasn't really her brother, but he sure did behave like one. From the moment her family had met him, Bosco had become one of them. She never knew the whole story about him, but she sensed a sadness in him that first day. She was the first from the family to try to contact him after 9/11. She remembered going with him last night after the show. She wasn't tired and wanted to walk around the City, soak up the excitement, and look at all the lights. Bosco had offered to take her out and they walked and talked for a long time, ending up at Ground Zero. You'd never know that it was a site of mass destruction, the crews had done such an awesome and quick job getting the debris removed. It looked like a construction site now - at least to anyone that didn't know better, and there weren't many who didn't. She watched as Bosco just stared off into space and after a while she gently tugged on his arm and they headed back to her hotel. Then they all met for a fabulous breakfast before they had to head home to Maine. There was a few hours before their flight and she had all of her things packed so she decided to go shopping for a little while. She stopped at a florist, purchased some flowers and placed them at Ground Zero, saying a prayer for all those lost, silently thanking God for not taking her "brother."
She was shaken from her memories by the turning of the doorknob to the room she was in. "Ah, you're awake finally Jenny," said the young man pleasantly, as if nothing were out of the ordinary. "I do hope you're comfortable," he said, staring at how good she looked in the lingerie. Jenny self-consciously grabbed the bedspread and pulled it around her, trying to get away from his stare.
"Who are you and what do you want?" she said angrily. "What have you done with my father, my family?" she continued.
"So many questions. All in good time Jenny," he answered.
"You know my name, but I don't know your's. That's hardly fair," she said, indignantly.
"So it isn't. I guess there's no harm in telling you who I am," he pondered. "My name is Seth Faraday, of the Park Avenue Faraday's," he informed her. "I met your father when my family shipped me off to the Marines. You see, they thought I was a little on the wild side and didn't know what else to do with me. A friend of theirs' suggested I join the Marines, learn discipline," he said with an angered look on his face. "Your father was my commanding officer. A very nice man, actually. That is, until he turned me over to the authorities for running a drug business inside his command. He ruined everything! My family disowned me. I had to grovel to get back into their good graces. Go through rehab, therapy, the works!" he said, getting louder.
Jenny was starting to get scared, but she managed to say, "I'm sure he was only doing what he thought best for you. You needed help with your problem. Help that he couldn't give you or he would have tried...," she was interrupted when Seth turned, stormed over to within inches of her face and screamed, "No, he was too busy with that other misfit he took under his wing!" He must mean Bosco, she thought to herself.
As Seth ranted on and on, growing more and more agitated, Jenny became more and more scared. As much as she tried to keep her wits about her, she was starting to get really scared. She was starting to cry and this only made Seth angrier.
"Stop that whining," he screamed at her, causing the crying to increase. She cursed herself inwardly for losing control. She was always so in control of herself. "Oh, I don't have time to listen to your drivel. I have things to arrange," he said angrily as he moved quickly toward her and placed a funny smelling rag over her face. She tried to get away, but his grip was too strong. She felt herself losing consciousness from the chemical in the rag, terrified of what would happen to her next.
*******
At the same time, closer to Jenny than he realized, Bosco had gone back to the 55 to check on the videotapes that the detectives were going over. He walked into the office as they were getting to the part in the tape where could be seen purchasing the lingerie. The detectives were intent on their work and didn't hear Bosco come in. He quietly sat down and tried to make out the face of the man next to Jenny. There was something familiar about him, but he just couldn't place it.
"Officer Boscorelli," said one of the detectives. "Glad you're here. I was just going to call you to come in and look at this video with us. Do you recognize the guy that Ms. Warner is with?"
Bosco didn't shake his head yes or no. "He looks kind of familiar, but I can't remember from where," he answered.
"Do you think that it might be someone that you arrested before? Someone that might have a grudge against you and saw the two of you together in the last couple of days?" questioned the detective.
"I don't think so," Bosco replied. "This guy is too well dressed and groomed. If I had arrested someone like that I would remember. It doesn't happen that often," he said, moving closer to the picture on the screen to try to get a better look.
"Well, we're going to bring this video over to Mr. Warner's hotel and see if anyone in his family recognizes him. Want to come along?" offered the detective, as he glanced over at this partner removing the tape from the machine and placing it in a protective envelope.
"Absolutely," Bosco responded and the three men left, hoping to get some answers.
*******
As they were all sitting in Jack's hotel suite nervously watching what they hoped would not be the last picture of Jenny they would ever see Bosco was concentrating on something he noticed on the man's arm, just showing below his short-sleeved shirt. It looked like some kind of a tattoo, but he couldn't get a clear picture of it.
"Is that a tattoo on the guy's arm," he voiced his thoughts out loud. Everyone looked at the arm and agreed that it was a tattoo but they couldn't tell what it was of. Jack had commented that the man seemed familiar, but he too couldn't place from where he may have seen the man before.
One of the detectives picked up the remote thinking that since this was one of the nicer hotels in NYC, maybe it would have a more updated VCR. Sure enough, there was a zoom button on the remote and he pushed it.
"Oh my God," came the gasp in stereo as both Jack and Bosco recognized the tattoo on the man's arm. It was a tattoo that a number of the guys in their unit had gotten one night in town during their tour of duty. This had to be someone they both knew from their days in the Marines. Bosco grabbed the remote from the detective and adjusted the picture so that they could get a close-up of the man's face. Bosco still couldn't place the guy, although he knew that he had definitely seen him before.
Jack slowly stood up, finally recognizing the man on the videotape. "Bosco, you know who that is, don't you?" Jack asked him as he started to pace the floor.
"Jack, I don't remember his name, but his face if very familiar from our unit," answered Bosco. Mrs. Warner didn't like the look on her husband's face and began to get upset. Nancy and Theresa sensed the tension also and immediately went to their mother for mutual support.
"His name is Feraday. Seth Feraday," his jaw tightened with worry and anger. "You probably don't remember him because he wasn't with us for very long. Do you remember that drug problem we had in our unit?" he directed his question toward Bosco.
"Yeah," said Bosco, starting to remember.
"Feraday was the leader of the group. I had him brought up on charges and he was dishonorably discharged and faced criminal charges," continued Jack. Now they were both pacing, remembering just how volatile Feraday had been back then.
Jenny slowly awoke to darkness and silence. She had hoped that what she had just been through had been a dream, but as her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light she realized that it was all too real. "Where had this guy come from? What does he want?" she asked herself over and over during the last eight hours.
She wracked her brain trying to figure out just when he started following her. She had always been more careful than her sisters. She had always had a certain fear of strangers, even as a young girl. She first noticed him when she had made her last purchase at Sax before heading over to Macy's. She had finished charging the pair of shoes on her father's credit card, retrieved the card from the clerk and turned to gather her packages. The young man was near her other packages and had offered to help her out with them. He was nice looking enough, with his up-scale clothes and his good manners. She politely declined, thanking him and gathered her bags and headed for the exit, all the while feeling his presence behind her. "He's probably just leaving the store too," she said to herself as she dismissed her nervous feelings. As she headed out of the store's front exit to the street, she caught a glimpse of him in the glass from the door. He was still there, with a slight smile on his face.
The man couldn't believe his luck. He happened to see her entering Sax while he was walking the streets to meet his drug runners. He had seen her and her family - and that damned Boscorelli - at the shore a couple of days ago and the memories from all those years ago came flooding back, making him angry again. He always got angry when he thought of how that man had ruined his life. He should have minded his own business. At the time he first saw Warner at the beach, his mind immediately tried to come up with a plan for revenge. Then, they had left and he thought that his chance had been missed. When he saw her again on 5th Avenue he recognized her at once and followed her into the store. He kept his distance - just far enough not to be noticed, but to be able to hear the clerk call her Ms. Warner when she handed her back her Daddy's charge card. He followed her for a little while, putting the plan together in his mind.
"Hmm," he thought to himself. "She's not too bad. Maybe I'll have some fun with her before I finish my business with her father."
As she headed in the direction of Macy's, she glanced sideways into the glass storefronts on her way. She noticed he was no longer behind her and she glanced over her shoulder and was relieved to find him nowhere in sight. She relaxed, laughing at herself for overreacting, and continued on her way to Macy's. Just as she was about to enter the next store, she felt someone along side her, grabbing her by the arm. She turned toward him with an alarmed look on her face, dropping a couple of her bags. His grip on her arm had tightened and he managed to gather her dropped bags and continue walking with her - all the while with a smile on his face and a tighter and tighter grip on her arm.
"Look, Jennifer Warner - that's right I know your name," he said angrily through his false smile. "If you ever want to see the rest of your family again, you better just do what I say and not make any waves. If you chose to ignore my advice, Dear Old Daddy will pay the price," he warned.
"What have you done with my father," she asked, trying to remain calm.
"Nothing yet, but don't worry, you'll hear all about it soon enough," he promised her. "You think he's so good and righteous. Well, he isn't as perfect as you think, little girl," he added.
The man continued his grasp on her and led her to the men's department. "Might as well grab myself some goodies as long as "Daddy's" paying, right Angel?" he said to Jenny. He picked out a handful of very expensive things and made her pay the clerk; the whole time not standing more than inches from Jenny. "Make sure you keep that nice smile on your face, honey. If you screw up, Daddy will pay the price," he warned her again.
Jenny did what she was told. She didn't know what this guy was all about, but she wasn't about to jeopardize her family. As they were exiting the store, the man noticed some lingerie on display. He made her purchase it on the way out, even though he could tell she didn't like it. "Too bad, little girl," he thought to himself. "I like it and it will look hot on you."
As soon as they exited the store, he hailed a taxi. As she realized she was being abducted, she became upset and started hyperventilating. By the time the cab made it through traffic and over to the curb, Jenny was feeling faint and was unable to put up much resistance. He gently placed her in the back seat, along with the packages and climbed in. The driver looked into his rear view mirror and was about to ask where they wanted to be taken when he noticed the condition of the young woman.
"Hey, is she okay?" he asked the other passenger. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" he offered.
"No, she's okay. She just overdid it today. She's recovering from some medical problems and she's just really wiped out. I'll just get her home and let her rest for a while," he said, smiling and thanking the driver, giving him the up-scale address. The driver heard the address and decided, "Huh, just some rich chick with too much money for drugs or something." He drove them to the address and left the packages on the doorstep as the man brought the young woman inside and came back out to pay him and thank him for his help. "No problem, sir," he said noticing the generous tip. "Hope your friend is okay."
"She'll be fine, and thanks again," the man said as he watched the taxi leave.
Now, she looked around her surroundings, trying to figure out where she was. Wherever it was, it wasn't a shack. It was a pretty nice looking place, with expensive furnishings. She was on a large bed and she slowly sat up, noticing that her clothes were gone and she was wearing the hideous lingerie that he had made her buy. Panic quickly coursed through her and she made her way to the door of the room only to find it locked. She looked for a light and turned it on. It was a beautiful room, but not like a hotel. It must have been a private residence, but where? Who was this guy? What did he want? She had no idea how long she had been asleep, but remembered the terror she felt as she passed out while he was placing her in the cab. She suddenly realized that she had no idea how long she had passed out for. "Am I even in New York anymore?" she thought.
She wondered if anyone knew that she was missing yet. Had he taken the rest of her family as he had hinted at? Would anyone miss them? They must. "We would have missed our flight home by now", she thought, and her Aunt was supposed to pick them up at the airport. She had met Bosco in Maine and would try to get hold of him when they didn't show up at the airport.
She smiled at the thought of Bosco. She knew that if anyone could find her it would be him. Maybe it was because of all the stories Bosco had told her over the last six years. She loved to sit and listen to him talk about his adventures with the New York City Police Department. She knew he wasn't really her brother, but he sure did behave like one. From the moment her family had met him, Bosco had become one of them. She never knew the whole story about him, but she sensed a sadness in him that first day. She was the first from the family to try to contact him after 9/11. She remembered going with him last night after the show. She wasn't tired and wanted to walk around the City, soak up the excitement, and look at all the lights. Bosco had offered to take her out and they walked and talked for a long time, ending up at Ground Zero. You'd never know that it was a site of mass destruction, the crews had done such an awesome and quick job getting the debris removed. It looked like a construction site now - at least to anyone that didn't know better, and there weren't many who didn't. She watched as Bosco just stared off into space and after a while she gently tugged on his arm and they headed back to her hotel. Then they all met for a fabulous breakfast before they had to head home to Maine. There was a few hours before their flight and she had all of her things packed so she decided to go shopping for a little while. She stopped at a florist, purchased some flowers and placed them at Ground Zero, saying a prayer for all those lost, silently thanking God for not taking her "brother."
She was shaken from her memories by the turning of the doorknob to the room she was in. "Ah, you're awake finally Jenny," said the young man pleasantly, as if nothing were out of the ordinary. "I do hope you're comfortable," he said, staring at how good she looked in the lingerie. Jenny self-consciously grabbed the bedspread and pulled it around her, trying to get away from his stare.
"Who are you and what do you want?" she said angrily. "What have you done with my father, my family?" she continued.
"So many questions. All in good time Jenny," he answered.
"You know my name, but I don't know your's. That's hardly fair," she said, indignantly.
"So it isn't. I guess there's no harm in telling you who I am," he pondered. "My name is Seth Faraday, of the Park Avenue Faraday's," he informed her. "I met your father when my family shipped me off to the Marines. You see, they thought I was a little on the wild side and didn't know what else to do with me. A friend of theirs' suggested I join the Marines, learn discipline," he said with an angered look on his face. "Your father was my commanding officer. A very nice man, actually. That is, until he turned me over to the authorities for running a drug business inside his command. He ruined everything! My family disowned me. I had to grovel to get back into their good graces. Go through rehab, therapy, the works!" he said, getting louder.
Jenny was starting to get scared, but she managed to say, "I'm sure he was only doing what he thought best for you. You needed help with your problem. Help that he couldn't give you or he would have tried...," she was interrupted when Seth turned, stormed over to within inches of her face and screamed, "No, he was too busy with that other misfit he took under his wing!" He must mean Bosco, she thought to herself.
As Seth ranted on and on, growing more and more agitated, Jenny became more and more scared. As much as she tried to keep her wits about her, she was starting to get really scared. She was starting to cry and this only made Seth angrier.
"Stop that whining," he screamed at her, causing the crying to increase. She cursed herself inwardly for losing control. She was always so in control of herself. "Oh, I don't have time to listen to your drivel. I have things to arrange," he said angrily as he moved quickly toward her and placed a funny smelling rag over her face. She tried to get away, but his grip was too strong. She felt herself losing consciousness from the chemical in the rag, terrified of what would happen to her next.
*******
At the same time, closer to Jenny than he realized, Bosco had gone back to the 55 to check on the videotapes that the detectives were going over. He walked into the office as they were getting to the part in the tape where could be seen purchasing the lingerie. The detectives were intent on their work and didn't hear Bosco come in. He quietly sat down and tried to make out the face of the man next to Jenny. There was something familiar about him, but he just couldn't place it.
"Officer Boscorelli," said one of the detectives. "Glad you're here. I was just going to call you to come in and look at this video with us. Do you recognize the guy that Ms. Warner is with?"
Bosco didn't shake his head yes or no. "He looks kind of familiar, but I can't remember from where," he answered.
"Do you think that it might be someone that you arrested before? Someone that might have a grudge against you and saw the two of you together in the last couple of days?" questioned the detective.
"I don't think so," Bosco replied. "This guy is too well dressed and groomed. If I had arrested someone like that I would remember. It doesn't happen that often," he said, moving closer to the picture on the screen to try to get a better look.
"Well, we're going to bring this video over to Mr. Warner's hotel and see if anyone in his family recognizes him. Want to come along?" offered the detective, as he glanced over at this partner removing the tape from the machine and placing it in a protective envelope.
"Absolutely," Bosco responded and the three men left, hoping to get some answers.
*******
As they were all sitting in Jack's hotel suite nervously watching what they hoped would not be the last picture of Jenny they would ever see Bosco was concentrating on something he noticed on the man's arm, just showing below his short-sleeved shirt. It looked like some kind of a tattoo, but he couldn't get a clear picture of it.
"Is that a tattoo on the guy's arm," he voiced his thoughts out loud. Everyone looked at the arm and agreed that it was a tattoo but they couldn't tell what it was of. Jack had commented that the man seemed familiar, but he too couldn't place from where he may have seen the man before.
One of the detectives picked up the remote thinking that since this was one of the nicer hotels in NYC, maybe it would have a more updated VCR. Sure enough, there was a zoom button on the remote and he pushed it.
"Oh my God," came the gasp in stereo as both Jack and Bosco recognized the tattoo on the man's arm. It was a tattoo that a number of the guys in their unit had gotten one night in town during their tour of duty. This had to be someone they both knew from their days in the Marines. Bosco grabbed the remote from the detective and adjusted the picture so that they could get a close-up of the man's face. Bosco still couldn't place the guy, although he knew that he had definitely seen him before.
Jack slowly stood up, finally recognizing the man on the videotape. "Bosco, you know who that is, don't you?" Jack asked him as he started to pace the floor.
"Jack, I don't remember his name, but his face if very familiar from our unit," answered Bosco. Mrs. Warner didn't like the look on her husband's face and began to get upset. Nancy and Theresa sensed the tension also and immediately went to their mother for mutual support.
"His name is Feraday. Seth Feraday," his jaw tightened with worry and anger. "You probably don't remember him because he wasn't with us for very long. Do you remember that drug problem we had in our unit?" he directed his question toward Bosco.
"Yeah," said Bosco, starting to remember.
"Feraday was the leader of the group. I had him brought up on charges and he was dishonorably discharged and faced criminal charges," continued Jack. Now they were both pacing, remembering just how volatile Feraday had been back then.