Chapter 17
Bosco was just finishing up his and Jimmy's dinner when Jimmy's phone rang. He quickly fished it out of his pocket and hit the button.
"Hello! Doherty," he said into the phone.
"Jimmy, it's Bobby. Look, I just got a phone call from Matty. He says he saw Kim in that brown and tan car about 2 hours ago headed toward the Village from Bleecker. Are you still with Bosco and Faith?" Bobby asked him quickly.
"Yeah. Hang on," Jimmy said, sitting forward in the back seat. "Bobby said his brother just called him and said he saw Kimmy in the brown car on Bleecker, heading toward the Village about 2 hours ago," Jimmy said to Bosco and Faith.
"Bobby's brother? Isn't he a drug addict?" Bosco said with a frown.
"Yeah, but if he convinced Bobby enough to call me, he must be on the level," Jimmy said. Faith slowed and pulled the car around to head toward the Village.
"Okay, Bobby. We're gonna head in that direction. Thanks," Jimmy told him.
"Sure. Do you want me to head over there too?" Bobby asked.
"No, just sit tight with the kids and Melanie in case this jerk tries to come after more of the family," he advised Bobby. "How are Charlie and Joey doing?"
"Charlie's asleep and Joey's just about there. He's worried, but Charlie thinks it's a big game," Bobby said. "Just as well I suppose," he thought aloud.
"Okay. Tell Joey and Charlie that I love them and I'll see them soon. Thanks Bobby," Jimmy said hanging up the phone.
Bosco got on the radio to advise Central of the sitting of Tony's car with Kim in it so that the patrol units could be made aware of where they might be.
Faith continued on toward the Village.
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Tony was parked in a vacant lot in the heart of the Village. He was trying to decide what to do with Kim. He was so tired, he couldn't think clearly. "All because of that little brat that got away," he thought to himself, making himself even angrier.
He looked over at Kim who was feigning unconsciousness to avoid any more of Tony's wrath. He looked out the window of the car to see his surroundings. Maybe if he could find someplace out of the way, he could take a quick nap and then think clearer. But, it would have to be someplace safe; someplace he could keep Kim without anyone questioning him. His gaze fell upon an old, abandoned warehouse at the end of the lot. He drove the car toward the building and looked around to see if anyone was watching him.
Satisfied that there was no one around, he pulled the car to the rear of the building behind an old, rusted out dumpster to keep it out of sight. He parked the car and got out. He walked around the front of the car and opened the passenger door that Kim was leaning against. She was caught off- guard and tumbled out of the car onto the cold, wet ground. He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a flashlight.
"Get up!" was all Tony said before he kicked her in the side to make sure she knew he meant business. "Unless you want another smack in the head," he warned her. She slowly stood up, trying to catch her breath from his latest attack.
"Walk toward that door," he ordered her, sticking the gun in her side and pushing her along.
"I'm going," she said, anger in her voice as her head continued to pound. At least the dizziness was subsiding, but the pain was still very there and every sound and movement magnified it.
They made it to the door of the old building and Tony took another look around before pushing Kim through the old, squeaky door and into the dark building. He turned on the light and shone it around the cold, musty room.
"Up there," he said, finally deciding on a hiding place on the second floor. They climbed the old, wobbly metal stairs and he pushed her down to the floor in a corner of the room. "Yeah, this'll work out just fine," he said, smiling to himself as he took in the window that would allow him to look out upon the entrance to the lot. He grabbed Kim's arm and put one side of the handcuffs on her wrist and the other end to a pipe in the corner so that she couldn't get away.
"Not a sound," he warned her as he headed back down to the car to get a blanket out of the trunk so that he could take a nap.
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Sully and Davis drove by the empty lot, with Davis glancing around the lot for anything suspicious and seeing nothing.
"So, where would you go if you were an ex-cop with a hostage and knew that everyone was out looking for you?" Sully said out loud to his partner.
"I dunno. I'd probably find a place to lay low for a while. Try to get me some new wheels and some quick cash so I could get out of Dodge," Davis answered him.
"Yeah," Sully said, more to himself than to Ty. "But, where would you lay low?" he finished.
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Tony had retrieved a blanket from the trunk of the car and grabbed his jacket from the back seat. The sun had set and it was getting colder. He didn't notice that his wallet had fallen out of the pocket of his coat onto the back floor of the car. He went back inside the dilapidated building after taking a final look around, satisfied that he had the perfect hiding place.
He climbed the stairs and looked around the second floor, spotting an old couch in one of the offices. He pulled it out so that he could keep an eye on Kim and proceeded to make himself comfortable, leaving Kim sitting on the cold, dirty floor, shivering.
"What a gentleman," Kim sneered at him and he only laughed as he adjusted his blanket and closed his eyes for a nap.
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"Stinky Steve," as the locals knew him, was just finishing up his evening of rummaging for cast-offs and handouts and was taking his usual shortcut through the empty lot in the Village where the old Hanson Warehouse stood. He noticed a car parked at the rear, behind the old dumpster that he used for shelter when it was raining. He used to sleep in abandoned buildings, but when he got caught in an arson-for-insurance fire in one and almost died, he decided that it was safer to sleep outdoors.
He slowly walked over toward the car, trying to see if it was just a couple of kids parking or what. He walked up quietly, squinting in the dark as he tried to get a better look. He finally made it up to the car and looked inside to find it empty. He looked around to see if he could see anyone around. No one. He tried one of the doors and it opened. He looked around inside the car and found a stethoscope on the floor under the front passenger seat and a wallet on the floor of the back seat.
"Well, looks like you hit pay dirt today Stevie Boy," he said to himself as he noticed the eighty bucks in the wallet. He read the identification - Anthony Montanero. He put the wallet and stethoscope in his pocket and made his way to the street to see if he could get himself some food and a nice bottle. If he was careful, he'd be able to eat and drink for the rest of the week, he mused to himself as he walked off.
Bosco was just finishing up his and Jimmy's dinner when Jimmy's phone rang. He quickly fished it out of his pocket and hit the button.
"Hello! Doherty," he said into the phone.
"Jimmy, it's Bobby. Look, I just got a phone call from Matty. He says he saw Kim in that brown and tan car about 2 hours ago headed toward the Village from Bleecker. Are you still with Bosco and Faith?" Bobby asked him quickly.
"Yeah. Hang on," Jimmy said, sitting forward in the back seat. "Bobby said his brother just called him and said he saw Kimmy in the brown car on Bleecker, heading toward the Village about 2 hours ago," Jimmy said to Bosco and Faith.
"Bobby's brother? Isn't he a drug addict?" Bosco said with a frown.
"Yeah, but if he convinced Bobby enough to call me, he must be on the level," Jimmy said. Faith slowed and pulled the car around to head toward the Village.
"Okay, Bobby. We're gonna head in that direction. Thanks," Jimmy told him.
"Sure. Do you want me to head over there too?" Bobby asked.
"No, just sit tight with the kids and Melanie in case this jerk tries to come after more of the family," he advised Bobby. "How are Charlie and Joey doing?"
"Charlie's asleep and Joey's just about there. He's worried, but Charlie thinks it's a big game," Bobby said. "Just as well I suppose," he thought aloud.
"Okay. Tell Joey and Charlie that I love them and I'll see them soon. Thanks Bobby," Jimmy said hanging up the phone.
Bosco got on the radio to advise Central of the sitting of Tony's car with Kim in it so that the patrol units could be made aware of where they might be.
Faith continued on toward the Village.
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Tony was parked in a vacant lot in the heart of the Village. He was trying to decide what to do with Kim. He was so tired, he couldn't think clearly. "All because of that little brat that got away," he thought to himself, making himself even angrier.
He looked over at Kim who was feigning unconsciousness to avoid any more of Tony's wrath. He looked out the window of the car to see his surroundings. Maybe if he could find someplace out of the way, he could take a quick nap and then think clearer. But, it would have to be someplace safe; someplace he could keep Kim without anyone questioning him. His gaze fell upon an old, abandoned warehouse at the end of the lot. He drove the car toward the building and looked around to see if anyone was watching him.
Satisfied that there was no one around, he pulled the car to the rear of the building behind an old, rusted out dumpster to keep it out of sight. He parked the car and got out. He walked around the front of the car and opened the passenger door that Kim was leaning against. She was caught off- guard and tumbled out of the car onto the cold, wet ground. He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a flashlight.
"Get up!" was all Tony said before he kicked her in the side to make sure she knew he meant business. "Unless you want another smack in the head," he warned her. She slowly stood up, trying to catch her breath from his latest attack.
"Walk toward that door," he ordered her, sticking the gun in her side and pushing her along.
"I'm going," she said, anger in her voice as her head continued to pound. At least the dizziness was subsiding, but the pain was still very there and every sound and movement magnified it.
They made it to the door of the old building and Tony took another look around before pushing Kim through the old, squeaky door and into the dark building. He turned on the light and shone it around the cold, musty room.
"Up there," he said, finally deciding on a hiding place on the second floor. They climbed the old, wobbly metal stairs and he pushed her down to the floor in a corner of the room. "Yeah, this'll work out just fine," he said, smiling to himself as he took in the window that would allow him to look out upon the entrance to the lot. He grabbed Kim's arm and put one side of the handcuffs on her wrist and the other end to a pipe in the corner so that she couldn't get away.
"Not a sound," he warned her as he headed back down to the car to get a blanket out of the trunk so that he could take a nap.
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Sully and Davis drove by the empty lot, with Davis glancing around the lot for anything suspicious and seeing nothing.
"So, where would you go if you were an ex-cop with a hostage and knew that everyone was out looking for you?" Sully said out loud to his partner.
"I dunno. I'd probably find a place to lay low for a while. Try to get me some new wheels and some quick cash so I could get out of Dodge," Davis answered him.
"Yeah," Sully said, more to himself than to Ty. "But, where would you lay low?" he finished.
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Tony had retrieved a blanket from the trunk of the car and grabbed his jacket from the back seat. The sun had set and it was getting colder. He didn't notice that his wallet had fallen out of the pocket of his coat onto the back floor of the car. He went back inside the dilapidated building after taking a final look around, satisfied that he had the perfect hiding place.
He climbed the stairs and looked around the second floor, spotting an old couch in one of the offices. He pulled it out so that he could keep an eye on Kim and proceeded to make himself comfortable, leaving Kim sitting on the cold, dirty floor, shivering.
"What a gentleman," Kim sneered at him and he only laughed as he adjusted his blanket and closed his eyes for a nap.
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"Stinky Steve," as the locals knew him, was just finishing up his evening of rummaging for cast-offs and handouts and was taking his usual shortcut through the empty lot in the Village where the old Hanson Warehouse stood. He noticed a car parked at the rear, behind the old dumpster that he used for shelter when it was raining. He used to sleep in abandoned buildings, but when he got caught in an arson-for-insurance fire in one and almost died, he decided that it was safer to sleep outdoors.
He slowly walked over toward the car, trying to see if it was just a couple of kids parking or what. He walked up quietly, squinting in the dark as he tried to get a better look. He finally made it up to the car and looked inside to find it empty. He looked around to see if he could see anyone around. No one. He tried one of the doors and it opened. He looked around inside the car and found a stethoscope on the floor under the front passenger seat and a wallet on the floor of the back seat.
"Well, looks like you hit pay dirt today Stevie Boy," he said to himself as he noticed the eighty bucks in the wallet. He read the identification - Anthony Montanero. He put the wallet and stethoscope in his pocket and made his way to the street to see if he could get himself some food and a nice bottle. If he was careful, he'd be able to eat and drink for the rest of the week, he mused to himself as he walked off.