Title: Test of Time (9/12)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 9
Detective Meyers sat in the seedy bar, his beer untouched before him. He sat hidden in the dark, smoky corner, watching the man at the bar making small talk with the bartender. Although he was too far away to hear what they were talking about, he was able to observe what was going on without attracting any unnecessary attention. He watched the man, his target, down his third beer of the evening and wondered what was being said.
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Jase was sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, when he heard the man two seats away talking to the bartender. The three beers he'd had, had loosened his tongue and he was talking the man's ear off. Jase dismissed him as another drunken loser when he heard the man mention the name Krychek and Mikey to the bartender. He waited some more, wondering whether the man was going to say anything more on the subject, but he appeared to have regained his senses and discretion for he quickly shut his mouth. Jase left the bar and made his way to the pay phones lining the wall, giving him a clear view of his target. He punched in the number and waited. "I think we have a problem." Jase said in to the receiver as soon as he heard the line being picked up.
"What kind of problem?" The man asked.
"There's a guy here. He's asking questions."
"What kind of questions?"
"He's asking around about Mikey and he mentioned your name."
"My name?" Krychek asked in disbelief. "How the hell would this guy know my name?"
"I don't know but there's something about his demeanor. It just screams cop." Jase said quietly into the phone.
"Well check it out. I want to know who this guy is and fast. Who the hell would be asking around about Mikey? The guy was a loser, people like him get mugged all the time."
"I'll look into it. Get some of my sources on it." Jase said, quickly disconnecting the line. He made a few necessary calls and made his way back to the bar. He ordered another drink and watched the man out of the corner of his eye.
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An hour later, he saw the man get up and head towards the exit. He was just about to follow him when his cell phone rang causing him to become distracted. "Yeah." He said into the phone, angry with himself for having lost his target.
"It's me. We have a problem." His friend said.
"What kind of problem?"
"We ran a background check on Mikey. It's not good news. His older brother, Maurice Boscorelli is a cop."
"A cop?" Jase asked incredulously. "You gotta be kidding me."
" 'Fraid not." The other man said grimly.
"Do you have a picture of him?"
"Yeah."
"Describe him." Jase listened carefully while his informant described Mikey's brother, certain that it was the same man who was asking questions earlier.
"Do you have an address for me?"
The man recited it and Jase quickly scrawled it down on a cocktail napkin. As soon as he finished, he disconnected the line and called Krychek, filling him in on the latest news.
"We have to take care of the problem." Krychek calmly said once he'd heard the news.
"Consider it done." Jase said, quickly disconnecting the line.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 9
Detective Meyers sat in the seedy bar, his beer untouched before him. He sat hidden in the dark, smoky corner, watching the man at the bar making small talk with the bartender. Although he was too far away to hear what they were talking about, he was able to observe what was going on without attracting any unnecessary attention. He watched the man, his target, down his third beer of the evening and wondered what was being said.
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Jase was sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, when he heard the man two seats away talking to the bartender. The three beers he'd had, had loosened his tongue and he was talking the man's ear off. Jase dismissed him as another drunken loser when he heard the man mention the name Krychek and Mikey to the bartender. He waited some more, wondering whether the man was going to say anything more on the subject, but he appeared to have regained his senses and discretion for he quickly shut his mouth. Jase left the bar and made his way to the pay phones lining the wall, giving him a clear view of his target. He punched in the number and waited. "I think we have a problem." Jase said in to the receiver as soon as he heard the line being picked up.
"What kind of problem?" The man asked.
"There's a guy here. He's asking questions."
"What kind of questions?"
"He's asking around about Mikey and he mentioned your name."
"My name?" Krychek asked in disbelief. "How the hell would this guy know my name?"
"I don't know but there's something about his demeanor. It just screams cop." Jase said quietly into the phone.
"Well check it out. I want to know who this guy is and fast. Who the hell would be asking around about Mikey? The guy was a loser, people like him get mugged all the time."
"I'll look into it. Get some of my sources on it." Jase said, quickly disconnecting the line. He made a few necessary calls and made his way back to the bar. He ordered another drink and watched the man out of the corner of his eye.
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An hour later, he saw the man get up and head towards the exit. He was just about to follow him when his cell phone rang causing him to become distracted. "Yeah." He said into the phone, angry with himself for having lost his target.
"It's me. We have a problem." His friend said.
"What kind of problem?"
"We ran a background check on Mikey. It's not good news. His older brother, Maurice Boscorelli is a cop."
"A cop?" Jase asked incredulously. "You gotta be kidding me."
" 'Fraid not." The other man said grimly.
"Do you have a picture of him?"
"Yeah."
"Describe him." Jase listened carefully while his informant described Mikey's brother, certain that it was the same man who was asking questions earlier.
"Do you have an address for me?"
The man recited it and Jase quickly scrawled it down on a cocktail napkin. As soon as he finished, he disconnected the line and called Krychek, filling him in on the latest news.
"We have to take care of the problem." Krychek calmly said once he'd heard the news.
"Consider it done." Jase said, quickly disconnecting the line.