"Hey Bosco!" The desk sergeant called to him. "Yo, Boscorelli, telephone."
Bosco turned around. He had just been leaving for the night. He was tired, and just wanted to get home to bed. He sighed and took the telephone.
"Thanks sarge."
"Maurice Boscorelli."
Claire's voice came tearfully down the line.
"Oh, Maurice, it's Claire, thank God I found you."
She sounded panicked.
10 minutes later Bosco pulled his car up to the kerb outside her apartment.
She'd been hysterical. Something about an ex boyfriend showing up and threatening her.
He wasn't sure why he'd said he'd go. Well, he was a cop after all, it was his job. And secondly, he didn't always think with his brain.
She opened the door to her apartment. A chair was tipped over on the floor.
Her hair was dishevelled, wild around her face, a firey tangle of red.
Her blue eyes shone wildly.
"Thank God you're here. He came to visit, he went nuts," she broke down in tears, throwing herself in Bosco's arms. His back straightened. He liked his personal space. Unless he invited someone into his space, he liked them to keep their distance. Throwback from childhood he guessed.
He held her at arms length. "Is he gone?"
She nodded. tears still rolling down her face, leaving black mascara tracks down her cheeks.
"Ok then, I'll leave you to it. You might want to consider taking a restraining order out against your ex though."
"Please don't leave me. I'm so scared!" "What if he comes back?"
Bosco looked at his watch. He supposed 10 minutes wouldn't hurt.
He accepted the beer she poured for him.
What the hell, if he had to be here, he might as well make the most of it.
Funny, he hadn't realised how tired he was when he left work.
He could hardly keep his eyes open now.
It wouldn't hurt just to close his eyes for a minute.
She smiled as she watched his eyes close.
All the signs had come together.
Bosco turned around. He had just been leaving for the night. He was tired, and just wanted to get home to bed. He sighed and took the telephone.
"Thanks sarge."
"Maurice Boscorelli."
Claire's voice came tearfully down the line.
"Oh, Maurice, it's Claire, thank God I found you."
She sounded panicked.
10 minutes later Bosco pulled his car up to the kerb outside her apartment.
She'd been hysterical. Something about an ex boyfriend showing up and threatening her.
He wasn't sure why he'd said he'd go. Well, he was a cop after all, it was his job. And secondly, he didn't always think with his brain.
She opened the door to her apartment. A chair was tipped over on the floor.
Her hair was dishevelled, wild around her face, a firey tangle of red.
Her blue eyes shone wildly.
"Thank God you're here. He came to visit, he went nuts," she broke down in tears, throwing herself in Bosco's arms. His back straightened. He liked his personal space. Unless he invited someone into his space, he liked them to keep their distance. Throwback from childhood he guessed.
He held her at arms length. "Is he gone?"
She nodded. tears still rolling down her face, leaving black mascara tracks down her cheeks.
"Ok then, I'll leave you to it. You might want to consider taking a restraining order out against your ex though."
"Please don't leave me. I'm so scared!" "What if he comes back?"
Bosco looked at his watch. He supposed 10 minutes wouldn't hurt.
He accepted the beer she poured for him.
What the hell, if he had to be here, he might as well make the most of it.
Funny, he hadn't realised how tired he was when he left work.
He could hardly keep his eyes open now.
It wouldn't hurt just to close his eyes for a minute.
She smiled as she watched his eyes close.
All the signs had come together.