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Well here you go another chapter, sorry if it well I'm sorry for anything lol so hope you enjoy the story and so forth, ta ta
Chapter 8
"So where is he, where is my baby boy? Faith....Faith?"
Faith's mouth went dry, feeling her tongue go completely and utterly dead on her. Her entire body began to tremble, she hoped and prayed Angela couldn't catch it for she feared anybody with an ounce of sense that knew her could tell she was petrified in telling the mother of Bosco where her son should be. Remembering she had called Angela, knowing that Bosco was being taken to the hospital and would be arriving, but nobody could even predict about what would happen next, not even Miss Cleo. Now what was she going to tell Angela? Tell her that her son was now running around the city, drugged up, and wasn't even taking that drug willingly. Before she could answer Angel's question somebody else did.
"Well let me put it this way Ma, Maurice "was here" but decided to take a stroll."
Angela frowned at her youngest son, not quiet grasping the concept of what he was trying to tell her.
"I don't understand what you mean." shaking her head.
"For fucking Christsakes Mom, do you need a god damn picture book to paint the whole thing out for you? Maurice, my brother, your oldest son, was here, but he is gone now, drugged up on LSD or God knows what, he got away, okay, it's that simple."
Studying Mikey for a couple seconds, Angela's tone of manner changed to one thing and one thing only, nothing but complete anger.
"Your telling me, telling me, that my baby, my Maurice is out there," pointing to the door "scared, drugged, and all because of YOU?"
"Ma."
"Don't you Ma me. You better pray that my poor Maurice will be okay or I swear...." She left it at that and turning around Angela began to walk out when Mikey grabbed for her arm to stop her from leaving. All the frustration and everything pent up caused Angela to swing around and slap hard across Mikey's face. Some people glanced up and the two yet with an officer standing right close most didn't want to get into the middle of it and decided to turn their heads.
"Don't you touch me, don't you come near me, I'm so disgusted with you, I don't even want to say you're my child." Saying this as she pointed her finger at Mikey as he nursed his now red hand printed cheek.
Angela Rose Boscorelli turned and walked away from her son and was about to bypass Faith but she then stopped as the female officer looked down in disappointment in losing Bosco once more.
"If anybody can find him Faith, you will, please bring him home."
Not even waiting for a reply Angela left leaving Faith and Mikey, both wondering the same thing....what to do next.
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Joey frantically bit his nails as he watched Nick begin to walk to the gun cabinet. He stood there, his mind mixed with so many thoughts he could barely stand still. Knowing his fingers were fidgety as he bit them causing one to bleed; pain making him come back to one thought, stop them.
He didn't say anything to Nick as he turned away and quickly left. Joey had watch Rick put his cell phone down on his desk and he knew where Nick kept his, in the car. Quietly he entered Rick's office, almost tip-toeing fearing he would be caught, he spied the mobile and snapped it up into his sweaty hands. Feeling his heart pound harder and harder he resisted the urge to run out of the room scared that somebody would hear him he just stayed calm and collected and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Barely being able to breathe because of the fear gripping his soul of being caught, Joey staggered out to the back end of the mansion. He knew where it was and reaching it in no time he swung the blade open and with quick sawing he cut the telephone wire to the house. He was about to walk away when the light came on right next to the window he was near by. Joey peeked through the window and saw Nick looking around for a second and then waltz to the phone. Knowing they would soon start to realize what was going on he spun around and hauled ass out to the parked cars.
Joey lost his footing in the gravel and slid hard onto the ground. He felt his flesh under the clothes scream and knowing he had just tore his skin up underneath he gave no notice and crawled up, his legs working hard to get his body to follow.
Without a slight hesitation he began to make quick work on the SUV's and any car he could see that he knew they would use. He blew all the tires out with the knife feeling each one as the air escaped and the car sagged to the ground. The last one was Nick's. He made rapid work of the tires on his and when he went to open the door he got a surprise. Nick locked the doors. He looked at the cell phone in the car and turned to the house seeing if anybody was yet coming outside.
Almost letting out a scream he turned around in a full fledge circle and spied what he needed. He snapped the blade back into place and placed it back in his pocket, ran to the rock and picked it up.
Like a shot putter he gave everything in that rock with his upper body and smashed the drivers side of the car. The alarm screamed in his ears, yelling to it's master that somebody was invading into the vehicle without a key but he ignored it and reached into the broken window pulling the cell phone out of the adapter not even feeling the glass scrape his exposed skin.
He could feel his muscles begin to ache, feeling the adrenaline begin to leave but he forced his body to run to his car. He could hear shouting coming from the front door and he thanked God that his car wasn't locked for he dove into the driving seat and could feel his hands trying to find the right key. A shot rang out and smashed his back window but that didn't stop him he found the key slammed it into the ignition hit the brake with his hand flying to the handle he hit into drive and flew out of the mansion the shots still ringing out behind him.
Joey wasn't out just yet he still had to get to the front gate and get out but as he roared up with his headlights showing the beautiful sight he saw was that somebody had left the gate wide open. He shook his head and could only think 'what a great night this turned out to be.' When his car roared by he stopped the car got out and quickly shut the large gates and then looked at the box that let you in right beside the gate. He smiled and then once again destroyed it by kicking it and as it began to spark he gave it one more good hard kick and it broke apart sparks flying everywhere. Turning around he got back into his vehicle the dust flying up in the air as his tires screeched around and around fast and then taking his foot off the brake he took off down the road leaving Rick Deamilis's mansion.
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Bosco was freaking out. His mind and body couldn't process this. The drugs kept him on the edge and anybody that would even look at him would practically scare him out of his mind. Not sure where his feet where leading him Bosco found himself in the alley way. He could hear yelling but even sure what it was directed and the loudness of it made him frantic. He collapsed on a box and tucked himself into a little ball. Closing his eyes he rocked back and forth hoping if he woke up that so much wouldn't be so confusing.
(Next Day)
Everybody was on alert. The 55 Precinct and it's fellow Precincts in New York also knew about Bosco and the whole story in how it was not his fault and that they wanted him returned quickly without being harmed.
Faith had been at the Precinct all day. Every shift she would go into the Role Call room and listen to the chief as they gave the word out to each shift about Bosco. Every time she would cringe as she listened as though Bosco was a criminal when all he was, was a scared and innocent guy.
It was already going onto the third shift or what they called the third watch. Faith breathed in deeply and prayed for Bosco's safe return.
Sgt. Christopher stalked into the room. Everybody was in their seats including Faith.
Desperately wishing that Bosco was beside her she waited for Christopher to begin his day.
"Okay people I want you to listen up. I notified the other Precincts and they are on the lookout for Officer Boscorelli."
Some officers who had not heard about the story about Bosco began saying like "Whhh aaaatttt?" and another mumbled "Is this some kind of joke?"
"No this is not a joke. Officer Boscorelli is indeed in trouble only because it was forced upon him. Now you have to be careful, Officer Boscorelli has the substance," Christopher looked down at his clipboard
"LSD so approach with caution, we don't want him hurting others or himself." Sgt. Christopher took a glance up and at the woman and gentlemen sitting in the rows before him.
"Let's bring our guy back, dismissed."
The officers filed out of the room. Davis and Sully walked up.
"Bosco is strong, I'm sure if humans had 9lives like a cat, Bosco would have them."
"Well find him Faith, don't worry he'll show up."
"Yeah your right about that Davis he sure does have 9lives, and I do hope you're right Sully."
As the three walked out of the role call room and as Davis and Sully went to sign out their radios Sullivan looked around.
"Gusler not working with you today?"
"No I guess not. I think he's working with Brian Johnson today."
"Brian Johnson?" asked Sully.
"Yeah why?" curiosity getting the best of Faith.
"Well last I heard Brian Johnson had a short fuse when it came to Bosco and if he found him first, well, we will find him first."
Faith stood there as Sully and Davis turned around and walked away and hoped on hope that Sully would find him first if Brian had a short fuse because no telling what Bosco might pull.
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Bosco woke up. He felt like his head was pounding yet everything was still so confusing.
LSD, it could stay in your system up to two days depending on how much you took. Poor Bosco he had enough in him to last him two days.
Getting up he stumbled out into the alleyway and began in search for anything to stop the pounding of his head.
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Bosco woke up. He felt his head was pounding yet everything was so confusing. Everything was jumbled up and his senses couldn't process the light that seemed so bright.
LSD, it could stay in your body up to two days depending on the amount you took and poor Bosco he had enough in him to last him two days.
Getting up he stumbled out into the alleyway and began in search for anything to stop the pounding of his head.
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Brian Johnson couldn't have a better day than today. Boscorelli was doped up on LSD and he got to look for him. About the only thing was he had the stupid rookie Steven Gusler with him. But that wouldn't stop him from getting his hands on Bosco and roughing him up, nobody would. Or so he thought nobody would.
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Bosco walked into the store. He wanted to stop his head from feeling like it was being used as a sledge hammer yet he had no idea how to stop it so just not really thinking walked into a Martins
Eyes followed Bosco as he walked into the store and carried on what he thought was getting rid of the headache. He had no idea how he looked for in his mind he was dressed normal yet in reality his clothes were torn up with dirt smudged on it and dried blood and cuts were not mistaken. Clenching his fists together and he slightly then pounded on his head as the headache continued.
The drug center. He needed aspirin or something like that to relieve the pain that screamed at him. What he didn't know was he was in the frozen food section and not even near the medication counter.
Walking up he tried to reach into the glass but his hand just smacked into the glass and pressed against it as it failed to go through the window. His mind couldn't understand why he couldn't get through the glass. Angrily he brought the hand that wouldn't go through and hit with his fist a couple times then gave it a good kick.
His knuckles were bleeding from the force of the blow and the window had now a crack with spider break to it right in the middle of the window.
Some onlookers were confused and somebody went quickly to tell someone.
Bosco who had quit in defeat than let his forehead slightly hit the glass and every couple seconds he would lift it up and then let it hit the glass again making a thumping sound each time as he repeated this process.
"Sir?"
Bosco continued.
"Sir may I help you....Sir?"
Bosco didn't stop until a hand was placed on his shoulder to get his attention that it did. He bolted up and quickly jumped back and got almost into a defensive mood ready to take on anything.
The lady immediately brought her hand back and cleared her shocked expression.
"Sir, if you're not shopping then I'm going to suggest you to leave."
Blinking he looked into the refrigerator which he saw as the drugs and looked back at her.
"I want,." Bosco couldn't really talk his words were to slurry but he was able to produce simple quick words. "head. want head. stop. make. stop." In frustration not really able to tell what he wanted Bosco again clenched his fists and then grabbed onto his hair and let out a bit of a growl while his teeth were closed tight.
Noticing and seeing it before the woman could tell the young man was clearly on something. She had saw when the man was standing there bruises were seen and some ugly marks were on his forearms and that was one clear sign, needle injections. Trying again not wanting to make a scene and knowing already it was happening she tried once more to grab onto his shoulder and lead him towards the door but he pulled away and threw his hands to his side.
"NO! MAKE IT STOP!"
"Sir, please I want you to leave. I don't want to have to call the police, please sir."
But Bosco wouldn't have it.
"Damn head. Pounding. Stop IT!"
Turning the lady looked at another employee of the story.
"Call the police." Nodding they ran to do what she asked of them. By the time she turned around Bosco had attached himself literally to the glass by putting one arm through the door handle while the other linked on by grabbing a hold of the wrist. He again began to pound his head on the fridge mumbling it to stop.
"Sir the police is on their way, sir!"
Bosco let go and screamed in frustration. Then with one swift hard kick, the glass shattered. He smirked and then reaching into the now broken shards of glass he picked up Green Giant's "Green Peas" and then took his arm back out.
"Thank God you're here!"
"What is the problem?"
The man gestured with his head as he turned around and walked quickly through the revolving doors as the two police officers followed him.
"A man we think he is on some drugs or something, he won't even listen and just look."
Brian Johnson and Steven Gusler stopped and stared ahead of them. There they saw Bosco standing with a shattered frozen glass door and a pack of green peas in his hands.
Gusler glanced over at Brian and instead of seeing concern or anything but what he saw. On Brian Johnson's face was nothing more but a smile but the thing that freaked Gusler out was the smile was that of a predator, a predator that had just captured it's prey.
TBC...
Well here you go another chapter, sorry if it well I'm sorry for anything lol so hope you enjoy the story and so forth, ta ta
Chapter 8
"So where is he, where is my baby boy? Faith....Faith?"
Faith's mouth went dry, feeling her tongue go completely and utterly dead on her. Her entire body began to tremble, she hoped and prayed Angela couldn't catch it for she feared anybody with an ounce of sense that knew her could tell she was petrified in telling the mother of Bosco where her son should be. Remembering she had called Angela, knowing that Bosco was being taken to the hospital and would be arriving, but nobody could even predict about what would happen next, not even Miss Cleo. Now what was she going to tell Angela? Tell her that her son was now running around the city, drugged up, and wasn't even taking that drug willingly. Before she could answer Angel's question somebody else did.
"Well let me put it this way Ma, Maurice "was here" but decided to take a stroll."
Angela frowned at her youngest son, not quiet grasping the concept of what he was trying to tell her.
"I don't understand what you mean." shaking her head.
"For fucking Christsakes Mom, do you need a god damn picture book to paint the whole thing out for you? Maurice, my brother, your oldest son, was here, but he is gone now, drugged up on LSD or God knows what, he got away, okay, it's that simple."
Studying Mikey for a couple seconds, Angela's tone of manner changed to one thing and one thing only, nothing but complete anger.
"Your telling me, telling me, that my baby, my Maurice is out there," pointing to the door "scared, drugged, and all because of YOU?"
"Ma."
"Don't you Ma me. You better pray that my poor Maurice will be okay or I swear...." She left it at that and turning around Angela began to walk out when Mikey grabbed for her arm to stop her from leaving. All the frustration and everything pent up caused Angela to swing around and slap hard across Mikey's face. Some people glanced up and the two yet with an officer standing right close most didn't want to get into the middle of it and decided to turn their heads.
"Don't you touch me, don't you come near me, I'm so disgusted with you, I don't even want to say you're my child." Saying this as she pointed her finger at Mikey as he nursed his now red hand printed cheek.
Angela Rose Boscorelli turned and walked away from her son and was about to bypass Faith but she then stopped as the female officer looked down in disappointment in losing Bosco once more.
"If anybody can find him Faith, you will, please bring him home."
Not even waiting for a reply Angela left leaving Faith and Mikey, both wondering the same thing....what to do next.
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Joey frantically bit his nails as he watched Nick begin to walk to the gun cabinet. He stood there, his mind mixed with so many thoughts he could barely stand still. Knowing his fingers were fidgety as he bit them causing one to bleed; pain making him come back to one thought, stop them.
He didn't say anything to Nick as he turned away and quickly left. Joey had watch Rick put his cell phone down on his desk and he knew where Nick kept his, in the car. Quietly he entered Rick's office, almost tip-toeing fearing he would be caught, he spied the mobile and snapped it up into his sweaty hands. Feeling his heart pound harder and harder he resisted the urge to run out of the room scared that somebody would hear him he just stayed calm and collected and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Barely being able to breathe because of the fear gripping his soul of being caught, Joey staggered out to the back end of the mansion. He knew where it was and reaching it in no time he swung the blade open and with quick sawing he cut the telephone wire to the house. He was about to walk away when the light came on right next to the window he was near by. Joey peeked through the window and saw Nick looking around for a second and then waltz to the phone. Knowing they would soon start to realize what was going on he spun around and hauled ass out to the parked cars.
Joey lost his footing in the gravel and slid hard onto the ground. He felt his flesh under the clothes scream and knowing he had just tore his skin up underneath he gave no notice and crawled up, his legs working hard to get his body to follow.
Without a slight hesitation he began to make quick work on the SUV's and any car he could see that he knew they would use. He blew all the tires out with the knife feeling each one as the air escaped and the car sagged to the ground. The last one was Nick's. He made rapid work of the tires on his and when he went to open the door he got a surprise. Nick locked the doors. He looked at the cell phone in the car and turned to the house seeing if anybody was yet coming outside.
Almost letting out a scream he turned around in a full fledge circle and spied what he needed. He snapped the blade back into place and placed it back in his pocket, ran to the rock and picked it up.
Like a shot putter he gave everything in that rock with his upper body and smashed the drivers side of the car. The alarm screamed in his ears, yelling to it's master that somebody was invading into the vehicle without a key but he ignored it and reached into the broken window pulling the cell phone out of the adapter not even feeling the glass scrape his exposed skin.
He could feel his muscles begin to ache, feeling the adrenaline begin to leave but he forced his body to run to his car. He could hear shouting coming from the front door and he thanked God that his car wasn't locked for he dove into the driving seat and could feel his hands trying to find the right key. A shot rang out and smashed his back window but that didn't stop him he found the key slammed it into the ignition hit the brake with his hand flying to the handle he hit into drive and flew out of the mansion the shots still ringing out behind him.
Joey wasn't out just yet he still had to get to the front gate and get out but as he roared up with his headlights showing the beautiful sight he saw was that somebody had left the gate wide open. He shook his head and could only think 'what a great night this turned out to be.' When his car roared by he stopped the car got out and quickly shut the large gates and then looked at the box that let you in right beside the gate. He smiled and then once again destroyed it by kicking it and as it began to spark he gave it one more good hard kick and it broke apart sparks flying everywhere. Turning around he got back into his vehicle the dust flying up in the air as his tires screeched around and around fast and then taking his foot off the brake he took off down the road leaving Rick Deamilis's mansion.
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Bosco was freaking out. His mind and body couldn't process this. The drugs kept him on the edge and anybody that would even look at him would practically scare him out of his mind. Not sure where his feet where leading him Bosco found himself in the alley way. He could hear yelling but even sure what it was directed and the loudness of it made him frantic. He collapsed on a box and tucked himself into a little ball. Closing his eyes he rocked back and forth hoping if he woke up that so much wouldn't be so confusing.
(Next Day)
Everybody was on alert. The 55 Precinct and it's fellow Precincts in New York also knew about Bosco and the whole story in how it was not his fault and that they wanted him returned quickly without being harmed.
Faith had been at the Precinct all day. Every shift she would go into the Role Call room and listen to the chief as they gave the word out to each shift about Bosco. Every time she would cringe as she listened as though Bosco was a criminal when all he was, was a scared and innocent guy.
It was already going onto the third shift or what they called the third watch. Faith breathed in deeply and prayed for Bosco's safe return.
Sgt. Christopher stalked into the room. Everybody was in their seats including Faith.
Desperately wishing that Bosco was beside her she waited for Christopher to begin his day.
"Okay people I want you to listen up. I notified the other Precincts and they are on the lookout for Officer Boscorelli."
Some officers who had not heard about the story about Bosco began saying like "Whhh aaaatttt?" and another mumbled "Is this some kind of joke?"
"No this is not a joke. Officer Boscorelli is indeed in trouble only because it was forced upon him. Now you have to be careful, Officer Boscorelli has the substance," Christopher looked down at his clipboard
"LSD so approach with caution, we don't want him hurting others or himself." Sgt. Christopher took a glance up and at the woman and gentlemen sitting in the rows before him.
"Let's bring our guy back, dismissed."
The officers filed out of the room. Davis and Sully walked up.
"Bosco is strong, I'm sure if humans had 9lives like a cat, Bosco would have them."
"Well find him Faith, don't worry he'll show up."
"Yeah your right about that Davis he sure does have 9lives, and I do hope you're right Sully."
As the three walked out of the role call room and as Davis and Sully went to sign out their radios Sullivan looked around.
"Gusler not working with you today?"
"No I guess not. I think he's working with Brian Johnson today."
"Brian Johnson?" asked Sully.
"Yeah why?" curiosity getting the best of Faith.
"Well last I heard Brian Johnson had a short fuse when it came to Bosco and if he found him first, well, we will find him first."
Faith stood there as Sully and Davis turned around and walked away and hoped on hope that Sully would find him first if Brian had a short fuse because no telling what Bosco might pull.
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Bosco woke up. He felt like his head was pounding yet everything was still so confusing.
LSD, it could stay in your system up to two days depending on how much you took. Poor Bosco he had enough in him to last him two days.
Getting up he stumbled out into the alleyway and began in search for anything to stop the pounding of his head.
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Bosco woke up. He felt his head was pounding yet everything was so confusing. Everything was jumbled up and his senses couldn't process the light that seemed so bright.
LSD, it could stay in your body up to two days depending on the amount you took and poor Bosco he had enough in him to last him two days.
Getting up he stumbled out into the alleyway and began in search for anything to stop the pounding of his head.
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Brian Johnson couldn't have a better day than today. Boscorelli was doped up on LSD and he got to look for him. About the only thing was he had the stupid rookie Steven Gusler with him. But that wouldn't stop him from getting his hands on Bosco and roughing him up, nobody would. Or so he thought nobody would.
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Bosco walked into the store. He wanted to stop his head from feeling like it was being used as a sledge hammer yet he had no idea how to stop it so just not really thinking walked into a Martins
Eyes followed Bosco as he walked into the store and carried on what he thought was getting rid of the headache. He had no idea how he looked for in his mind he was dressed normal yet in reality his clothes were torn up with dirt smudged on it and dried blood and cuts were not mistaken. Clenching his fists together and he slightly then pounded on his head as the headache continued.
The drug center. He needed aspirin or something like that to relieve the pain that screamed at him. What he didn't know was he was in the frozen food section and not even near the medication counter.
Walking up he tried to reach into the glass but his hand just smacked into the glass and pressed against it as it failed to go through the window. His mind couldn't understand why he couldn't get through the glass. Angrily he brought the hand that wouldn't go through and hit with his fist a couple times then gave it a good kick.
His knuckles were bleeding from the force of the blow and the window had now a crack with spider break to it right in the middle of the window.
Some onlookers were confused and somebody went quickly to tell someone.
Bosco who had quit in defeat than let his forehead slightly hit the glass and every couple seconds he would lift it up and then let it hit the glass again making a thumping sound each time as he repeated this process.
"Sir?"
Bosco continued.
"Sir may I help you....Sir?"
Bosco didn't stop until a hand was placed on his shoulder to get his attention that it did. He bolted up and quickly jumped back and got almost into a defensive mood ready to take on anything.
The lady immediately brought her hand back and cleared her shocked expression.
"Sir, if you're not shopping then I'm going to suggest you to leave."
Blinking he looked into the refrigerator which he saw as the drugs and looked back at her.
"I want,." Bosco couldn't really talk his words were to slurry but he was able to produce simple quick words. "head. want head. stop. make. stop." In frustration not really able to tell what he wanted Bosco again clenched his fists and then grabbed onto his hair and let out a bit of a growl while his teeth were closed tight.
Noticing and seeing it before the woman could tell the young man was clearly on something. She had saw when the man was standing there bruises were seen and some ugly marks were on his forearms and that was one clear sign, needle injections. Trying again not wanting to make a scene and knowing already it was happening she tried once more to grab onto his shoulder and lead him towards the door but he pulled away and threw his hands to his side.
"NO! MAKE IT STOP!"
"Sir, please I want you to leave. I don't want to have to call the police, please sir."
But Bosco wouldn't have it.
"Damn head. Pounding. Stop IT!"
Turning the lady looked at another employee of the story.
"Call the police." Nodding they ran to do what she asked of them. By the time she turned around Bosco had attached himself literally to the glass by putting one arm through the door handle while the other linked on by grabbing a hold of the wrist. He again began to pound his head on the fridge mumbling it to stop.
"Sir the police is on their way, sir!"
Bosco let go and screamed in frustration. Then with one swift hard kick, the glass shattered. He smirked and then reaching into the now broken shards of glass he picked up Green Giant's "Green Peas" and then took his arm back out.
"Thank God you're here!"
"What is the problem?"
The man gestured with his head as he turned around and walked quickly through the revolving doors as the two police officers followed him.
"A man we think he is on some drugs or something, he won't even listen and just look."
Brian Johnson and Steven Gusler stopped and stared ahead of them. There they saw Bosco standing with a shattered frozen glass door and a pack of green peas in his hands.
Gusler glanced over at Brian and instead of seeing concern or anything but what he saw. On Brian Johnson's face was nothing more but a smile but the thing that freaked Gusler out was the smile was that of a predator, a predator that had just captured it's prey.
TBC...