This One's Personal
Chapter 8
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Bosco and Faith were watching the detectives interview Bennie Rodriguez through the two-way mirror. The detectives were "playing nice" with Bennie because they were trying to get information out of him. If it was up to Bosco, he'd beat it out of the jag-off.
"So, Bennie, you told Officers Davis and Sullivan that you had some information that we'd be interested in," said the first detective that was sitting casually alongside Bennie. He was playing the "friendly" cop. The other detective was standing stiffly in the corner, being the "angry" cop.
"Yeah, well I gotta know what's in it for me," commented Bennie, looking out of the corner of his eye toward "angry" cop. "It's all about what you can do for me."
"C'mon Bennie. You know how it works. You watch television, don't you?" said "good" cop. "You gotta tell us what you have first."
"Yeah, I watch that Andy Sipowicz guy on NYPD Blue screw people over all the time," Bennie snided.
"Well, they get away with a lot on television that we don't," the detective explained calmly.
"So, what do you know about this child molester we're looking for?" asked the detective, as the knot in Bosco's stomach tightened at the mention of the words 'child molester.'
"I know that I got a call from a friend of mine from the joint. Luther Garrison. He told me that he knew of a guy that wanted to get some new papers," bragged Bennie.
"And you were only too happy to oblige him, right Bennie?"
"No, not me personally, Detective. Because that would be against the law," he said.
"Let me guess. You knew of a guy that knew of a guy that might be able to help your friend Luther, right?" the "angry" detective said stepping away from the wall toward the table.
"Maybe," replied Bennie. "But, like I said, I gotta know what's in it for me first."
"What's in it for you is if you tell me right now what this guy's new papers say, I won't beat the crap out of you. Any maybe, just maybe if you tell me right now, I'll put in a good word with you to the officers that arrested you. You know, maybe get them to let you go this time," said the detective, moving closer to Bennie and causing him to lean away.
"Alright, alright, Detective. You've convinced me with your charming personality," Bennie sneered. "I hear his new name is Oliver. James Oliver. I hear he's got all the necessities. You know, credit cards, driver's license, false social security number. Wouldn't be surprised though if he didn't take off already," informed Rodriguez.
"So where was the last time this friend of Luther's saw James Oliver?" asked the "friendly" cop.
"Last time I heard, he was eating dinner at the diner on 152nd and Amsterdam. But, that was quite a while ago," Bennie replied.
"Okay, stand up," the detective said.
The detective stood Bennie up. He cuffed him again and walked him out toward the holding cells. "Hey, man. I thought you said you'd let me go," argued Bennie.
"I said I'd talk to the arresting officers about dropping the charges. I'm afraid that's all I can do Bennie," said the "angry" detective with fake sincerity.
"Just like that Sipowicz character," Bennie commented as the cell door slammed shut and the two detectives walked away.
"Live and learn," said the detective. "Live and learn," and with that he walked away.
Lieutenant Swersky, who'd been watching the door to the interrogation room from the front desk because the Captain had told him to stay away from the case because he was too close to it, saw the detectives walk away after locking up Rodriguez. He looked down the hallway in time to see Bosco practically running out the door, with Faith Yokas close on his heels.
The detectives approached the Lieutenant, "Lieu. You wanna go into your office and we'll fill you in?" The three men headed toward Swersky's office, with the two detectives unaware that Bosco and his partner had heard the information and were already out looking.
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Katy had just finally fallen asleep. She'd been having a lot of trouble sleeping since this all started. She still could feel the nausea at hearing her son tell her about being molested by George Palmer. She had been unable to think for about three hours after she'd heard it from Shaun's mouth. Finally, she had managed to make her way down to the daycare center to talk to the director. Not getting any satisfaction there, she headed straight to her father's office at the 55th Precinct. And then, the ball had started rolling. Her father knew exactly what needed to be done. She should have gone to him right away. Then, maybe Palmer wouldn't have gotten away - wouldn't have been able to hurt anyone else's child.
It was 2:30 a.m. when she heard the now familiar shreek of Shaun from his room. This one sounded a little different though. There was more terror in the scream this time. She ran to his room, not bothering to throw her robe on over her nightshirt. There she found the window open and Shaun gone.
"Shaun!" she screamed out the window as she saw a pick-up truck, tires squealing, heading in the opposite direction on the street behind her house. "No!" she screamed, as Michael and Matthew came running into the room and Stephanie started to cry.
A light in the house next to Katy's turned on as her neighbor, John Anderson, heard her scream.
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It had been a fairly mild evening and the windows in the sleeping quarters of the firehouse were open slightly. D.K. heard the terrible scream and sat straight up. Then he heard the same scream again and recognized that it was coming from outside. He ran to the window, accidentally kicking Jimmy's bunk on his way by to the window.
"D.K.! What's the matter? Do we have a job?" asked Jimmy, slightly confused from being awakened from a sound sleep. He started to get up and stepped into his bunker pants that were always alongside his bunk.
"I heard something outside. Someone screaming," D.K. said as the rest of the crew began to wake up and someone turned the light on.
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Katy was momentarily frozen when she finally heard a banging on her front door. She recognized the voice of Mr. Anderson from next door.
"Katy! Katy! Open the door. What's wrong? Katy," he yelled, banging on the door.
Michael ran to the door to open it for Mr. Anderson.
"Michael. Where's your Mom?" asked Mr. Anderson.
"She's in Shaun's room," he said, pointing up the stairs.
"What's wrong with Shaun?" Mr. Anderson said, dialing 911 on the cordless phone that he found in the holder by the stairs as he ran up them.
"I don't know. Shaun's not in there," Michael said, fear starting to grip him as he heard Matthew and Stephanie crying now.
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"9-1-1. What is your emergency?" came the operator's voice over the phone.
"My name is John Anderson and I'm at 472 Arthur. I need the police here. Someone has taken my neighbor's son from his room," said Mr. Anderson as he picked up the screaming baby and herded the children back to their room until the police got there. He was unable to move Katy from Shaun's room and prayed that the police would hurry up.
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D.K. saw the lights on across the way from the firehouse and immediately had a bad feeling. "I think it came from Katy's house," said D.K. and he threw on his bunker pants and ran down the stairs with Jimmy following close behind. Doc and Alex joined them, not knowing if it was a medical emergency or not. The rest of the crew ran along behind them. The members of House 55 ran across the street at the same time that Lt. Swersky came running out of the front of the Precinct, with two officers following close behind.
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"55-David," came the call over the radio.
Faith responded, "55-David, Central. Go ahead."
"55-David, respond to 472 Arthur, for a possible child abduction from that location," advised the dispatcher.
"Son of a bitch!" yelled Bosco as he locked up the brakes and turned the car around and headed back toward Katy's house. Faith reached over and turned on the lights and siren as Bosco put the accelerator pedal to the floor.
"10-4, Central. We're in route," advised Faith as the dispatcher contacted 55-Charlie to back them up.
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"Dammit," said Sully as Ty advised the dispatcher that they'd received the call. Sully flipped on the lights and siren and took off in the direction of Katy's house.
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TBC...
Chapter 8
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Bosco and Faith were watching the detectives interview Bennie Rodriguez through the two-way mirror. The detectives were "playing nice" with Bennie because they were trying to get information out of him. If it was up to Bosco, he'd beat it out of the jag-off.
"So, Bennie, you told Officers Davis and Sullivan that you had some information that we'd be interested in," said the first detective that was sitting casually alongside Bennie. He was playing the "friendly" cop. The other detective was standing stiffly in the corner, being the "angry" cop.
"Yeah, well I gotta know what's in it for me," commented Bennie, looking out of the corner of his eye toward "angry" cop. "It's all about what you can do for me."
"C'mon Bennie. You know how it works. You watch television, don't you?" said "good" cop. "You gotta tell us what you have first."
"Yeah, I watch that Andy Sipowicz guy on NYPD Blue screw people over all the time," Bennie snided.
"Well, they get away with a lot on television that we don't," the detective explained calmly.
"So, what do you know about this child molester we're looking for?" asked the detective, as the knot in Bosco's stomach tightened at the mention of the words 'child molester.'
"I know that I got a call from a friend of mine from the joint. Luther Garrison. He told me that he knew of a guy that wanted to get some new papers," bragged Bennie.
"And you were only too happy to oblige him, right Bennie?"
"No, not me personally, Detective. Because that would be against the law," he said.
"Let me guess. You knew of a guy that knew of a guy that might be able to help your friend Luther, right?" the "angry" detective said stepping away from the wall toward the table.
"Maybe," replied Bennie. "But, like I said, I gotta know what's in it for me first."
"What's in it for you is if you tell me right now what this guy's new papers say, I won't beat the crap out of you. Any maybe, just maybe if you tell me right now, I'll put in a good word with you to the officers that arrested you. You know, maybe get them to let you go this time," said the detective, moving closer to Bennie and causing him to lean away.
"Alright, alright, Detective. You've convinced me with your charming personality," Bennie sneered. "I hear his new name is Oliver. James Oliver. I hear he's got all the necessities. You know, credit cards, driver's license, false social security number. Wouldn't be surprised though if he didn't take off already," informed Rodriguez.
"So where was the last time this friend of Luther's saw James Oliver?" asked the "friendly" cop.
"Last time I heard, he was eating dinner at the diner on 152nd and Amsterdam. But, that was quite a while ago," Bennie replied.
"Okay, stand up," the detective said.
The detective stood Bennie up. He cuffed him again and walked him out toward the holding cells. "Hey, man. I thought you said you'd let me go," argued Bennie.
"I said I'd talk to the arresting officers about dropping the charges. I'm afraid that's all I can do Bennie," said the "angry" detective with fake sincerity.
"Just like that Sipowicz character," Bennie commented as the cell door slammed shut and the two detectives walked away.
"Live and learn," said the detective. "Live and learn," and with that he walked away.
Lieutenant Swersky, who'd been watching the door to the interrogation room from the front desk because the Captain had told him to stay away from the case because he was too close to it, saw the detectives walk away after locking up Rodriguez. He looked down the hallway in time to see Bosco practically running out the door, with Faith Yokas close on his heels.
The detectives approached the Lieutenant, "Lieu. You wanna go into your office and we'll fill you in?" The three men headed toward Swersky's office, with the two detectives unaware that Bosco and his partner had heard the information and were already out looking.
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Katy had just finally fallen asleep. She'd been having a lot of trouble sleeping since this all started. She still could feel the nausea at hearing her son tell her about being molested by George Palmer. She had been unable to think for about three hours after she'd heard it from Shaun's mouth. Finally, she had managed to make her way down to the daycare center to talk to the director. Not getting any satisfaction there, she headed straight to her father's office at the 55th Precinct. And then, the ball had started rolling. Her father knew exactly what needed to be done. She should have gone to him right away. Then, maybe Palmer wouldn't have gotten away - wouldn't have been able to hurt anyone else's child.
It was 2:30 a.m. when she heard the now familiar shreek of Shaun from his room. This one sounded a little different though. There was more terror in the scream this time. She ran to his room, not bothering to throw her robe on over her nightshirt. There she found the window open and Shaun gone.
"Shaun!" she screamed out the window as she saw a pick-up truck, tires squealing, heading in the opposite direction on the street behind her house. "No!" she screamed, as Michael and Matthew came running into the room and Stephanie started to cry.
A light in the house next to Katy's turned on as her neighbor, John Anderson, heard her scream.
*********
It had been a fairly mild evening and the windows in the sleeping quarters of the firehouse were open slightly. D.K. heard the terrible scream and sat straight up. Then he heard the same scream again and recognized that it was coming from outside. He ran to the window, accidentally kicking Jimmy's bunk on his way by to the window.
"D.K.! What's the matter? Do we have a job?" asked Jimmy, slightly confused from being awakened from a sound sleep. He started to get up and stepped into his bunker pants that were always alongside his bunk.
"I heard something outside. Someone screaming," D.K. said as the rest of the crew began to wake up and someone turned the light on.
*******
Katy was momentarily frozen when she finally heard a banging on her front door. She recognized the voice of Mr. Anderson from next door.
"Katy! Katy! Open the door. What's wrong? Katy," he yelled, banging on the door.
Michael ran to the door to open it for Mr. Anderson.
"Michael. Where's your Mom?" asked Mr. Anderson.
"She's in Shaun's room," he said, pointing up the stairs.
"What's wrong with Shaun?" Mr. Anderson said, dialing 911 on the cordless phone that he found in the holder by the stairs as he ran up them.
"I don't know. Shaun's not in there," Michael said, fear starting to grip him as he heard Matthew and Stephanie crying now.
*******
"9-1-1. What is your emergency?" came the operator's voice over the phone.
"My name is John Anderson and I'm at 472 Arthur. I need the police here. Someone has taken my neighbor's son from his room," said Mr. Anderson as he picked up the screaming baby and herded the children back to their room until the police got there. He was unable to move Katy from Shaun's room and prayed that the police would hurry up.
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D.K. saw the lights on across the way from the firehouse and immediately had a bad feeling. "I think it came from Katy's house," said D.K. and he threw on his bunker pants and ran down the stairs with Jimmy following close behind. Doc and Alex joined them, not knowing if it was a medical emergency or not. The rest of the crew ran along behind them. The members of House 55 ran across the street at the same time that Lt. Swersky came running out of the front of the Precinct, with two officers following close behind.
**************
"55-David," came the call over the radio.
Faith responded, "55-David, Central. Go ahead."
"55-David, respond to 472 Arthur, for a possible child abduction from that location," advised the dispatcher.
"Son of a bitch!" yelled Bosco as he locked up the brakes and turned the car around and headed back toward Katy's house. Faith reached over and turned on the lights and siren as Bosco put the accelerator pedal to the floor.
"10-4, Central. We're in route," advised Faith as the dispatcher contacted 55-Charlie to back them up.
*************
"Dammit," said Sully as Ty advised the dispatcher that they'd received the call. Sully flipped on the lights and siren and took off in the direction of Katy's house.
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TBC...