MISSING: 12 HOURS
Bosco stood on the roof of Mercy watching the sun rise. He wondered where his wife and children were. As if on cue his cell phone rang.
"Boscorelli."
"We caught a lead." It was Goren.
"Is Seajae with you?"
"Yeah. We'll call you when we know more but it looks like we might know where they are."
"Do you need back up?"
"Too many cooks spoil the soup. We will call when we know more."
"Can I talk to Seajae?"
"Sure." Goren handed Seajae the phone.
"Hi."
"Hi. You okay?"
"Yeah. Hold down the fort while I'm gone."
"Consider it held. You call me if you need anythig."
"I will. And Maurice?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too." Bosco hung up the phone and prayed like he never prayed before. Prayed for the children and prayed for the wife he couldn't live without.
*******
Seajae and Bobby silently followed trails. He knew them like the back of his hand. Growing up in the city there was few places a boy could roam and truly feel free. Boby had lived on these trails playing anything from cowboys and indians to cops and robbers. His steps were much larger then Seajae but being a runner she was keeping up nicely.
"You okay Seajae?"
"Yeah. The sun will be up soon. We need to check that last shelter. God I can't believe the condition these places are in. You'd think the city would do something about them."
"Yeah well I guess the last couple of years the city had other things to worry about then the one peice of beauty left in the whole damn place." They came to a clearing on the south side of the lake. About five hundred yards away a small cabin like structure. It was in way better shape then the other two but it was the closest to the central park entrance. Seajae raised her night vision glasses.
"We have movement Bobby."
"Can you see how many?"
"Four parimeter. One on each corner of the building." She focused in the open door way. "At least one inside." Bobby pulled something out of the large black bag he had been carring. A sniper rifle with long range scopes emeged from the bag. He loaded with what Seajaethought looked like tranquilizer darts. Handing her his cell phone he situated himself on the ground.
"Call....555-8214. Give them my name and our position and then hang up." Seajae did what she was told. She watched Bobby watching the men at the house. He was determing a set pattern on the watch. Seajae had done it may times before. "Okay lets move. We need to get as close to these guys as we can." They heard the snap of a branch behind them. Seajae pivited drawing her gun and Bobby rolled to his back. They looked at the men standing above them with UZI's and decided agaist a gun fight. They dropped thier weapons and the men picked them up and pulled both of them to thier feet.
"Was this part of the plan?" Seajae looked at Bobby Goren scowling at the two men.
"Not exactly." He saw that their capture hadn't brought Seajae down a bit.
"I didn't think so." The man holding her pushed her foward and told her to be quiet. "Hey watch it ass wipe you return me to my husband damaged he's going to kick your ass." The man answered her in Russian. "Did he just tell me to shut up Bobby?"
"I think his exact words were 'Shut the fuck up bitch' but I could be wrong." He hoped Seajae knew that now was the time to be quiet before the men decided to shoot them both.
*******
Jimmy came and stood next to Bosco on the roof of the hospital. They both watched the sun rise higher over the city in silence. Neither one of them wanted to voice thier opinion on the wefare of their children.
"Seajae called. Her and a detective from major crimes had a lead."
"Did she say what?"
"No. How's Kim holding up?"
"She hasn't let go of Joey since it all started. She's holding up far better then I thought."
"If Seajae didn't thrive on stress and pressure, I'd say this is killing her." Bosco looked at Jimmy. "She's going to find them if it kills her Jimmy." Bosco knew that it just might.
********
The men tied Seajae to a chair. Bobby to a beam in the cabin. Seajae was gaged before they took her inside. She thought it was to shut her up because of her attitude but it was more to keep the kids from hering her voice. She heard music and Charlette singing Angel's favorite lulleby. The one Bosco sang her every night. She fought back the tears. They couldn't see her weak. She needed to be strong for the childern. Bobby hit her foot with his. 'Focus' he mouthed. Closing her eyes she tried to see what wasn't visable to anyone else but her.
"Good to see you again Goren." Seajae opened her eye's to see the man of her nightmere's standing in front of her. "And to bring me Detective Boscorelli on a silver platter no less."
"She's here for one reason Fyodor. To kill your sorry ass." Chevchenko laughed.
"This weak woman. She is like all other American women. What is it that you say? She has no balls." Seajae fought agaist her restaints. "Children are every woman's weakness." He turned on a tv and Angel's face apeared. "Ahhh isn't she lovely. All those black curls." Chevchenko stood next to Seajae. "She is Boscorelli's little Angel. I'm I right? He lives and breaths this little gift from god?" The camera panned over to Ethan. "Such a strong boy. Tatiana's and Sully's little wonder. I still don't see what Sullivan see's in that bitch."
"And then there's Ireland. Kim's pride and joy. She couldn't save my child so why should I save her brat." Chevchenko lit a cigarette. "Ahhh little Savanah Davis. Such a...what does her mother call her? Oh yes a peanut." The camera was now on the twins. Reece fast asleep and Caylee bouncing in her seat. "Officer Yokas did well for her self. I guess killing her husband wasn't as a big of a loss as I thought it would be." He turned back to Seajae. "And baby Makenzie John. The last child you'll ever have." The smile on Chevchenko's face chilled her to the bone. "I wish I had a hand in that one but alas, God was on my side." Seajae lunged forward. She had loosened the ropes binding her hands and grabbed the old man by the throat.
********
Quietly as the drama unfolded in the cabin the outside look outs were taken out by a silent preditor. Slowly the cabin was sorounded by an army of camofoged men. As the sun rose higher in the sky the army grew bigger. They sat and waited for a single that Bobby Goren was ready for them to make thier move.
********
The chair broke off around Seajae's feet as she and Chevchenko wrestled around the ground. Bobby watched the camera pan around the room to see if there were gaurds other then the nanny. He needed to make sure if he called in reinforcements not one of the babies were put in harms way. He pulled at his restains. Seajae and the Russian were rolling around the floor.
"Seajae just take him down." Bobby struggled with the ropes. Chevchenko was above Seajae strangling her. She wedged her foot up between her and him and literly kicked the old man half way across the room. Pulling the colt stashed in her boot she fired, not before Chevchenko picked up his gun off the floor and fired three shots of his own. Seajae felt the impact of the bullets as she emptied her clip in the man stagging toward her. Though the fog of pain she head a voice telling her to relax and let go. Dropping her gun to the floor she let the pain take her away.
Bosco stood on the roof of Mercy watching the sun rise. He wondered where his wife and children were. As if on cue his cell phone rang.
"Boscorelli."
"We caught a lead." It was Goren.
"Is Seajae with you?"
"Yeah. We'll call you when we know more but it looks like we might know where they are."
"Do you need back up?"
"Too many cooks spoil the soup. We will call when we know more."
"Can I talk to Seajae?"
"Sure." Goren handed Seajae the phone.
"Hi."
"Hi. You okay?"
"Yeah. Hold down the fort while I'm gone."
"Consider it held. You call me if you need anythig."
"I will. And Maurice?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too." Bosco hung up the phone and prayed like he never prayed before. Prayed for the children and prayed for the wife he couldn't live without.
*******
Seajae and Bobby silently followed trails. He knew them like the back of his hand. Growing up in the city there was few places a boy could roam and truly feel free. Boby had lived on these trails playing anything from cowboys and indians to cops and robbers. His steps were much larger then Seajae but being a runner she was keeping up nicely.
"You okay Seajae?"
"Yeah. The sun will be up soon. We need to check that last shelter. God I can't believe the condition these places are in. You'd think the city would do something about them."
"Yeah well I guess the last couple of years the city had other things to worry about then the one peice of beauty left in the whole damn place." They came to a clearing on the south side of the lake. About five hundred yards away a small cabin like structure. It was in way better shape then the other two but it was the closest to the central park entrance. Seajae raised her night vision glasses.
"We have movement Bobby."
"Can you see how many?"
"Four parimeter. One on each corner of the building." She focused in the open door way. "At least one inside." Bobby pulled something out of the large black bag he had been carring. A sniper rifle with long range scopes emeged from the bag. He loaded with what Seajaethought looked like tranquilizer darts. Handing her his cell phone he situated himself on the ground.
"Call....555-8214. Give them my name and our position and then hang up." Seajae did what she was told. She watched Bobby watching the men at the house. He was determing a set pattern on the watch. Seajae had done it may times before. "Okay lets move. We need to get as close to these guys as we can." They heard the snap of a branch behind them. Seajae pivited drawing her gun and Bobby rolled to his back. They looked at the men standing above them with UZI's and decided agaist a gun fight. They dropped thier weapons and the men picked them up and pulled both of them to thier feet.
"Was this part of the plan?" Seajae looked at Bobby Goren scowling at the two men.
"Not exactly." He saw that their capture hadn't brought Seajae down a bit.
"I didn't think so." The man holding her pushed her foward and told her to be quiet. "Hey watch it ass wipe you return me to my husband damaged he's going to kick your ass." The man answered her in Russian. "Did he just tell me to shut up Bobby?"
"I think his exact words were 'Shut the fuck up bitch' but I could be wrong." He hoped Seajae knew that now was the time to be quiet before the men decided to shoot them both.
*******
Jimmy came and stood next to Bosco on the roof of the hospital. They both watched the sun rise higher over the city in silence. Neither one of them wanted to voice thier opinion on the wefare of their children.
"Seajae called. Her and a detective from major crimes had a lead."
"Did she say what?"
"No. How's Kim holding up?"
"She hasn't let go of Joey since it all started. She's holding up far better then I thought."
"If Seajae didn't thrive on stress and pressure, I'd say this is killing her." Bosco looked at Jimmy. "She's going to find them if it kills her Jimmy." Bosco knew that it just might.
********
The men tied Seajae to a chair. Bobby to a beam in the cabin. Seajae was gaged before they took her inside. She thought it was to shut her up because of her attitude but it was more to keep the kids from hering her voice. She heard music and Charlette singing Angel's favorite lulleby. The one Bosco sang her every night. She fought back the tears. They couldn't see her weak. She needed to be strong for the childern. Bobby hit her foot with his. 'Focus' he mouthed. Closing her eyes she tried to see what wasn't visable to anyone else but her.
"Good to see you again Goren." Seajae opened her eye's to see the man of her nightmere's standing in front of her. "And to bring me Detective Boscorelli on a silver platter no less."
"She's here for one reason Fyodor. To kill your sorry ass." Chevchenko laughed.
"This weak woman. She is like all other American women. What is it that you say? She has no balls." Seajae fought agaist her restaints. "Children are every woman's weakness." He turned on a tv and Angel's face apeared. "Ahhh isn't she lovely. All those black curls." Chevchenko stood next to Seajae. "She is Boscorelli's little Angel. I'm I right? He lives and breaths this little gift from god?" The camera panned over to Ethan. "Such a strong boy. Tatiana's and Sully's little wonder. I still don't see what Sullivan see's in that bitch."
"And then there's Ireland. Kim's pride and joy. She couldn't save my child so why should I save her brat." Chevchenko lit a cigarette. "Ahhh little Savanah Davis. Such a...what does her mother call her? Oh yes a peanut." The camera was now on the twins. Reece fast asleep and Caylee bouncing in her seat. "Officer Yokas did well for her self. I guess killing her husband wasn't as a big of a loss as I thought it would be." He turned back to Seajae. "And baby Makenzie John. The last child you'll ever have." The smile on Chevchenko's face chilled her to the bone. "I wish I had a hand in that one but alas, God was on my side." Seajae lunged forward. She had loosened the ropes binding her hands and grabbed the old man by the throat.
********
Quietly as the drama unfolded in the cabin the outside look outs were taken out by a silent preditor. Slowly the cabin was sorounded by an army of camofoged men. As the sun rose higher in the sky the army grew bigger. They sat and waited for a single that Bobby Goren was ready for them to make thier move.
********
The chair broke off around Seajae's feet as she and Chevchenko wrestled around the ground. Bobby watched the camera pan around the room to see if there were gaurds other then the nanny. He needed to make sure if he called in reinforcements not one of the babies were put in harms way. He pulled at his restains. Seajae and the Russian were rolling around the floor.
"Seajae just take him down." Bobby struggled with the ropes. Chevchenko was above Seajae strangling her. She wedged her foot up between her and him and literly kicked the old man half way across the room. Pulling the colt stashed in her boot she fired, not before Chevchenko picked up his gun off the floor and fired three shots of his own. Seajae felt the impact of the bullets as she emptied her clip in the man stagging toward her. Though the fog of pain she head a voice telling her to relax and let go. Dropping her gun to the floor she let the pain take her away.