Arrival Overdue
Chapter 3
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Faith had called Bosco's cell phone at least four more times, still getting his voice mail. It had been two hours and they were back at the house. The Lieutenant was in his office making calls Upstate.
Sully and Davis came into the building with one in custody for domestic assault. "Hey guys," Faith said, walking up to Sully. "Have you guys seen or heard from Bosco tonight?"
"What? No, Faith," Sully answered her. "Last I heard at roll call was that he was going to Albany to pick up a prisoner and bring 'em back here. Why?"
"'Cause he's long overdue and we can't raise him on the radio or his cell phone," she said, worry in her voice.
"Damn," Ty said. "Let us know what's going on, okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks guys," Faith said as the Lieutenant came out of his office looking for her.
"Lieu?" she said as he approached.
He shook his head. "Albany said they left there about 5:00. Said that Mason delayed them by having a meeting with his lawyer before they hit the road," he said, looking at his watch and seeing that it was now 10:00. "They should've been here at like 8:30 at the latest," he thought out loud. "Nobody up in the Detective's Office has heard from Hogan either. They're starting to get worried too."
"Lieu, I've called his cell phone and left like five messages. He would've answered if he could," Faith said.
"I'm gonna call the State Police and see if there's been any accidents reported along the Thruway," the Lieutenant said, walking back into his office.
"Anything?" Sully said, walking up behind Faith.
"No. Albany said they left about 5:00. Even if they stopped to get coffee or for the bathroom, they should've been here a couple of hours ago," Faith answered him.
"Well, we've gotta get back out there. Call me and let me know what's going on," Sully said as Ty joined him.
"Yeah. Will do," Faith said as she went to the phone to call Fred and let him know what was going on and that she'd most likely be late unless Bosco came strolling in during the next half hour. And if he did and he was fine, she'd kill him herself.
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Bosco first felt the cold as he regained consciousness. He shivered as he opened his eyes and saw the stars above him. He felt terrible. His shoulder and leg were hurting bad and he could feel the wet from the blood on his back from his shoulder wound. He had a terrible headache and reached up with his good arm to feel some dried blood in his hair covering a large lump on his head. He knew he had to get out of there, but he knew he couldn't make it up that hill either. He figured that at least if he stayed with the car, by morning, someone might see the skid marks on the road and investigate - that is if there were any skid marks to notice, but he was certain there had to be.
He heard a faint beeping sound from within the car and tried to figure out what it could be. His jacket was in the car and he wanted to get to it to try to stop the shivering. He knew it wasn't as cold as he felt and that it was probably shock from internal bleeding somewhere. He tried to drag himself to the car and almost got all the way in. He looked around and saw his cell phone lying in the back of the unit. "Must've come out of my coat pocket during the accident," he thought to himself. Despite the pain, he reached for the phone. It was just out of reach. The beeping meant that there were voicemail messages for him, so someone knew he was missing - probably Faith. He looked over at the dead detective next to him and silently wished that he'd been a little nicer to him. After all, the guy was just trying to do his job and everybody was new to every job at one point. "Sorry, Tommy," Bosco said to the man. He reached into his pockets looking for his cell phone, but found none. The beep from his cell phone, telling him that he had a voicemail message sounded again, although it sounded a little faint. He tried to remember the last time he'd had the phone in its charger. It had been awhile and he hoped that the phone held out until he could reach it and call for help.
He reached his jacket and tried to put it around him as best he could, sliding his bad arm in first and then zipping it up. He removed his gun belt and placed it in the vehicle so that he could move about a little more freely. He tried to get back out of the car and move to the back door. He felt his shoulder start to bleed again and cursed himself for stretching too far. Now, it didn't matter if he was standing, sitting or lying down. The nausea and dizziness was pretty much constant now, telling him that he was losing too much blood. He knew he had to get to that phone soon or it'd be too late until some road crew found him God only knew when.
He dragged himself to the back door of the unit and started to crawl in. He reached his phone and brought it up to his face. He hit one of the buttons so the light would come on and checked the power left. Not much. He figured he had a little over a half hour of power left. He tried to call 9-1-1 but the signal must have been blocked by the surrounding hills. He hit the button to listen to his voicemail and heard the familiar sound of Faith's voice leaving him a message to call. "Having a wonderful time, wish you were here," he thought out loud. He tried again to make a call out, but was unsuccessful. He decided to turn the phone off to save what was left of the battery for later. Maybe some clouds would move or something and he'd get a stronger signal. He really wished he'd paid more attention during the electronics course he took in school.
He suddenly had another idea as he listened to the traffic up on the road above him pass by. It wasn't frequent traffic, but if he could listen and try to judge where the cars were, maybe he could signal them with the flashlight on his gun belt - that was in the front seat. "Dammit!" he cursed to himself. He sat up to try and reach it, but the effort was too much for him and he felt himself passing out again. He tried to fight it, but he was losing and soon all was dark again.
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TBC...
Chapter 3
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Faith had called Bosco's cell phone at least four more times, still getting his voice mail. It had been two hours and they were back at the house. The Lieutenant was in his office making calls Upstate.
Sully and Davis came into the building with one in custody for domestic assault. "Hey guys," Faith said, walking up to Sully. "Have you guys seen or heard from Bosco tonight?"
"What? No, Faith," Sully answered her. "Last I heard at roll call was that he was going to Albany to pick up a prisoner and bring 'em back here. Why?"
"'Cause he's long overdue and we can't raise him on the radio or his cell phone," she said, worry in her voice.
"Damn," Ty said. "Let us know what's going on, okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks guys," Faith said as the Lieutenant came out of his office looking for her.
"Lieu?" she said as he approached.
He shook his head. "Albany said they left there about 5:00. Said that Mason delayed them by having a meeting with his lawyer before they hit the road," he said, looking at his watch and seeing that it was now 10:00. "They should've been here at like 8:30 at the latest," he thought out loud. "Nobody up in the Detective's Office has heard from Hogan either. They're starting to get worried too."
"Lieu, I've called his cell phone and left like five messages. He would've answered if he could," Faith said.
"I'm gonna call the State Police and see if there's been any accidents reported along the Thruway," the Lieutenant said, walking back into his office.
"Anything?" Sully said, walking up behind Faith.
"No. Albany said they left about 5:00. Even if they stopped to get coffee or for the bathroom, they should've been here a couple of hours ago," Faith answered him.
"Well, we've gotta get back out there. Call me and let me know what's going on," Sully said as Ty joined him.
"Yeah. Will do," Faith said as she went to the phone to call Fred and let him know what was going on and that she'd most likely be late unless Bosco came strolling in during the next half hour. And if he did and he was fine, she'd kill him herself.
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Bosco first felt the cold as he regained consciousness. He shivered as he opened his eyes and saw the stars above him. He felt terrible. His shoulder and leg were hurting bad and he could feel the wet from the blood on his back from his shoulder wound. He had a terrible headache and reached up with his good arm to feel some dried blood in his hair covering a large lump on his head. He knew he had to get out of there, but he knew he couldn't make it up that hill either. He figured that at least if he stayed with the car, by morning, someone might see the skid marks on the road and investigate - that is if there were any skid marks to notice, but he was certain there had to be.
He heard a faint beeping sound from within the car and tried to figure out what it could be. His jacket was in the car and he wanted to get to it to try to stop the shivering. He knew it wasn't as cold as he felt and that it was probably shock from internal bleeding somewhere. He tried to drag himself to the car and almost got all the way in. He looked around and saw his cell phone lying in the back of the unit. "Must've come out of my coat pocket during the accident," he thought to himself. Despite the pain, he reached for the phone. It was just out of reach. The beeping meant that there were voicemail messages for him, so someone knew he was missing - probably Faith. He looked over at the dead detective next to him and silently wished that he'd been a little nicer to him. After all, the guy was just trying to do his job and everybody was new to every job at one point. "Sorry, Tommy," Bosco said to the man. He reached into his pockets looking for his cell phone, but found none. The beep from his cell phone, telling him that he had a voicemail message sounded again, although it sounded a little faint. He tried to remember the last time he'd had the phone in its charger. It had been awhile and he hoped that the phone held out until he could reach it and call for help.
He reached his jacket and tried to put it around him as best he could, sliding his bad arm in first and then zipping it up. He removed his gun belt and placed it in the vehicle so that he could move about a little more freely. He tried to get back out of the car and move to the back door. He felt his shoulder start to bleed again and cursed himself for stretching too far. Now, it didn't matter if he was standing, sitting or lying down. The nausea and dizziness was pretty much constant now, telling him that he was losing too much blood. He knew he had to get to that phone soon or it'd be too late until some road crew found him God only knew when.
He dragged himself to the back door of the unit and started to crawl in. He reached his phone and brought it up to his face. He hit one of the buttons so the light would come on and checked the power left. Not much. He figured he had a little over a half hour of power left. He tried to call 9-1-1 but the signal must have been blocked by the surrounding hills. He hit the button to listen to his voicemail and heard the familiar sound of Faith's voice leaving him a message to call. "Having a wonderful time, wish you were here," he thought out loud. He tried again to make a call out, but was unsuccessful. He decided to turn the phone off to save what was left of the battery for later. Maybe some clouds would move or something and he'd get a stronger signal. He really wished he'd paid more attention during the electronics course he took in school.
He suddenly had another idea as he listened to the traffic up on the road above him pass by. It wasn't frequent traffic, but if he could listen and try to judge where the cars were, maybe he could signal them with the flashlight on his gun belt - that was in the front seat. "Dammit!" he cursed to himself. He sat up to try and reach it, but the effort was too much for him and he felt himself passing out again. He tried to fight it, but he was losing and soon all was dark again.
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TBC...
