The next morning an emergency meeting of the 55th precinct was called. Bosco walked in the roll call room with a doughnut and a cup of coffee in hand and a New York Times Newspaper under his arm. Faith greeted him at her desk where he placed the chocolate covered doughnut in front of her.
"Boz, you eat that."
He raised his hand to his face. "Nah, I've already had about 3. I brought it for you."
She looked up and smiled, happy their relationships was coming around somewhat, even if it still was awkward to be around each other.
Swersky walked in the room slowly and looked around the room at all his officers, excluding Sully. His heart sank but he knew Sully was holding on strong. He banged his hand against the wooden podium at the front of the room and watched as everyone's heads turned to face him.
"Quiet down. We called this meeting to let all of you know that we do have a serial killer targeting cops on the loose. He's killed four and has targeted two, but thank God he didn't kill them. We have no visual on the suspect, we just no he shoots from around street corners and he leaves pictures behind at every scene."
"Pictures of what?" An officer from the back chimed in, his curiosity evident in this investigation.
Swersky sighed. "Of a little boy. We believe it is the same little boy in ever picture, but he's getting older with every picture. We cannot release the pictures at this time due to a media leak, but here as soon as possible we will let you see them."
Bosco took a sip of his warm coffee. "Unbelievalbe. Leaving pictures of little boys? He's a perv now isn't he?"
Swersky continued. "I want all of you to be aware of every situation around you. Watch out for suspicious people, activities, anything you might not like you call in for back up. We can't risk losing anymore lives."
~~~
"Bosco..."
Bosco stopped in his tracks when he heard the all but too familiar voice of Sergeant Cruz behind him. He turned around slowly and noticed her looking awful, like she was upset about something.
"What?" His tone was flat as he stared back at the person he had grown so annoyed with.
"Why haven't you came by the house lately? What I mean is why have you been avoiding me so much?"
"Cruz, can you take a hint? I want to work with Faith. I don't want to work with you. Our relationship didn't work out. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?"
Cruz leaned back against the wall as the harsh words from Bosco registered in her mind. She hesitated then spoke.
"What did I do wrong?"
"I gotta get going, Faith is waiting for me in the RMP." He walked away, not even looking back to see how Cruz reacted.
~~~
Faith put the car into gear and looked at Bosco who was smiling. It was something she hadn't seen him do in quite awhile.
"What are you smiling about Boz?"
"Just had another encounter with Cruz, you know how that can be."
Faith nodded, the harsh memories of them butting heads flashed in front of her eyes.
"I wonder when Swersky will release those pictures to us so we can at least have some kind of clue as to what is going on with the investigation." Bosco's comments interrupted Faith as she thought about the Sergeant she grew to hate more than any other superior she had ever had.
"I agree. I wonder why he is leaving pictures anyway. This is something we've never experienced before, that is for sure."
"All available units, we have a 10-13, shots fired at Eurok and Lawrence, two officers down."
When they arrived on scene detectives swarmed the area leaving absolutely no room for uniforms to get in. Bosco and Faith stood back as they watched the paramedics work on some hopeless victims that were half way dead already. Bosco nodded as he looked around for anyone suspicious looking at this chaotic scene they had been living with for the past few days.
Swersky stopped when he noticed them. "Its Ryan Timothy and Scott Miller. Scott was DOA and Ryan is almost there. You guys get back to the station, I'm calling a meeting."
~~~
The roll call room was silent as everyone watched Swersky and Detective Larson enter the room, a manila folder in Larson's hand. He placed the folder on the table next to the podium and looked at every officer in the room as if they were doomed already.
"Ryan Timothy and Scott Miller both passed away today. That makes 6 murders and two attempted murders. For those of you who don't know, Officer Sullivan is recovering, but still in critical condition at Mercy." Swersky placed his hat next to some files and tears formed in his eyes.
Larson opened up the folder and took out the 4 pictures collected at each crime scene in the past four days. He placed them on the table, side-by-side and stared down at the smiling boy in all four pictures. It was in fact the same kid in every one; there was no mistaking that.
He spoke quietly, but loud enough for everyone to hear him. "We are now releasing the pictures of the boy to you. If anyone recognizes this boy, speak up, it will help this investigation and secure your safety out there when doing your job."
Cops stood up and approached the table, each one clueless as to who the kid was. Bosco and Faith were in the back. As they approached the table Bosco's stomach sank as he stared down at the pictures. His knees grew weak and his palms became cold and clammy.
"Bosco, what's wrong?" Faith's eyes widened as she watched her partner.
Swersky stared at him, confused but interested in what was happening.
"Boscorelli, are you okay?"
Bosco nodded and stood up straight. "Sir, those are pictures of me."
The room grew silent as the words echoed off of the back wall.
"What?" Swersky looked down at the four pictures, now placing it all together. Now he knew why the eyes of the kid looked so familiar. Now he could see Bosco in every picture.
Bosco pointed down at the first picture received. "This is me at 18 months." His index finger shook as he moved to the next picture. "This is me at 2 and a half." He slid his finger across the table as he approached a picture of himself with a basketball under his arm. "This is me at 3." He looked at the last picture. "And this is me at 5."
Swersky stared at Larson; both of them had the same question on there minds. Why was the killer placing pictures of Officer Boscorelli at every scene and how did he get them?
"Boz, you eat that."
He raised his hand to his face. "Nah, I've already had about 3. I brought it for you."
She looked up and smiled, happy their relationships was coming around somewhat, even if it still was awkward to be around each other.
Swersky walked in the room slowly and looked around the room at all his officers, excluding Sully. His heart sank but he knew Sully was holding on strong. He banged his hand against the wooden podium at the front of the room and watched as everyone's heads turned to face him.
"Quiet down. We called this meeting to let all of you know that we do have a serial killer targeting cops on the loose. He's killed four and has targeted two, but thank God he didn't kill them. We have no visual on the suspect, we just no he shoots from around street corners and he leaves pictures behind at every scene."
"Pictures of what?" An officer from the back chimed in, his curiosity evident in this investigation.
Swersky sighed. "Of a little boy. We believe it is the same little boy in ever picture, but he's getting older with every picture. We cannot release the pictures at this time due to a media leak, but here as soon as possible we will let you see them."
Bosco took a sip of his warm coffee. "Unbelievalbe. Leaving pictures of little boys? He's a perv now isn't he?"
Swersky continued. "I want all of you to be aware of every situation around you. Watch out for suspicious people, activities, anything you might not like you call in for back up. We can't risk losing anymore lives."
~~~
"Bosco..."
Bosco stopped in his tracks when he heard the all but too familiar voice of Sergeant Cruz behind him. He turned around slowly and noticed her looking awful, like she was upset about something.
"What?" His tone was flat as he stared back at the person he had grown so annoyed with.
"Why haven't you came by the house lately? What I mean is why have you been avoiding me so much?"
"Cruz, can you take a hint? I want to work with Faith. I don't want to work with you. Our relationship didn't work out. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?"
Cruz leaned back against the wall as the harsh words from Bosco registered in her mind. She hesitated then spoke.
"What did I do wrong?"
"I gotta get going, Faith is waiting for me in the RMP." He walked away, not even looking back to see how Cruz reacted.
~~~
Faith put the car into gear and looked at Bosco who was smiling. It was something she hadn't seen him do in quite awhile.
"What are you smiling about Boz?"
"Just had another encounter with Cruz, you know how that can be."
Faith nodded, the harsh memories of them butting heads flashed in front of her eyes.
"I wonder when Swersky will release those pictures to us so we can at least have some kind of clue as to what is going on with the investigation." Bosco's comments interrupted Faith as she thought about the Sergeant she grew to hate more than any other superior she had ever had.
"I agree. I wonder why he is leaving pictures anyway. This is something we've never experienced before, that is for sure."
"All available units, we have a 10-13, shots fired at Eurok and Lawrence, two officers down."
When they arrived on scene detectives swarmed the area leaving absolutely no room for uniforms to get in. Bosco and Faith stood back as they watched the paramedics work on some hopeless victims that were half way dead already. Bosco nodded as he looked around for anyone suspicious looking at this chaotic scene they had been living with for the past few days.
Swersky stopped when he noticed them. "Its Ryan Timothy and Scott Miller. Scott was DOA and Ryan is almost there. You guys get back to the station, I'm calling a meeting."
~~~
The roll call room was silent as everyone watched Swersky and Detective Larson enter the room, a manila folder in Larson's hand. He placed the folder on the table next to the podium and looked at every officer in the room as if they were doomed already.
"Ryan Timothy and Scott Miller both passed away today. That makes 6 murders and two attempted murders. For those of you who don't know, Officer Sullivan is recovering, but still in critical condition at Mercy." Swersky placed his hat next to some files and tears formed in his eyes.
Larson opened up the folder and took out the 4 pictures collected at each crime scene in the past four days. He placed them on the table, side-by-side and stared down at the smiling boy in all four pictures. It was in fact the same kid in every one; there was no mistaking that.
He spoke quietly, but loud enough for everyone to hear him. "We are now releasing the pictures of the boy to you. If anyone recognizes this boy, speak up, it will help this investigation and secure your safety out there when doing your job."
Cops stood up and approached the table, each one clueless as to who the kid was. Bosco and Faith were in the back. As they approached the table Bosco's stomach sank as he stared down at the pictures. His knees grew weak and his palms became cold and clammy.
"Bosco, what's wrong?" Faith's eyes widened as she watched her partner.
Swersky stared at him, confused but interested in what was happening.
"Boscorelli, are you okay?"
Bosco nodded and stood up straight. "Sir, those are pictures of me."
The room grew silent as the words echoed off of the back wall.
"What?" Swersky looked down at the four pictures, now placing it all together. Now he knew why the eyes of the kid looked so familiar. Now he could see Bosco in every picture.
Bosco pointed down at the first picture received. "This is me at 18 months." His index finger shook as he moved to the next picture. "This is me at 2 and a half." He slid his finger across the table as he approached a picture of himself with a basketball under his arm. "This is me at 3." He looked at the last picture. "And this is me at 5."
Swersky stared at Larson; both of them had the same question on there minds. Why was the killer placing pictures of Officer Boscorelli at every scene and how did he get them?