Who in the hell could gain access to my pictures? Who was this targeting other cops to get a message out to me? It's all my fault these other cops were injured and killed. I can't believe this is happening, this shouldn't be happening.
Bosco's heart began to race as he sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall. Lieutenant Swersky, Sergeant Cruz, and Faith stood over him as sweat began to pour down his face. He rubbed his eyes and stood up slowly, his knees giving out, causing him to grab the side of the table in front of him.
"Bosco, you okay?" Swersky held his arm as Bosco gained back his composure.
"I'm fine." Only a whisper erupted from his mouth.
"Go home, get some rest. I'd advise you not to stay alone though. This is a dangerous situation, I don't want anything happening to you."
"Lieu, I got nowhere else to go." He nodded his head and stared down at the floor, hating this experience.
Cruz spoke up, "I've got an extra bed at my place, feel free to come over there." She tried to play cool like he hadn't been to her home before.
"Or if not there you know my door is always open." Faith assumed Bosco would take Cruz's offer over hers so she didn't get her hopes up.
"Okay Faith, I'll stay at your place. I don't want to put the kids or Fred out though."
Cruz's eyes widened. "Bosco, you don't want to stay at my place?"
"No, I don't."
"You won't put them out Boz, they'd be more than happy to help you out." Faith began to leave and Bosco followed while staring back at Cruz, a snarl forming on her lips as she flicked her hair and walked away. A smile rose on Bosco's lips as he followed Faith out to his car.
~~~
Faith jingled her keys slightly as she worked with her stubborn lock on her apartment door. She groaned slightly as she tried to get the door open.
"Are you sure this is okay. Ma will always let me stay over there."
"Hush Bosco, I told you once that it is fine. You know where everything is so make yourself at home. I'm gonna go tell Fred I'm home."
Bosco placed his small duffel bag on the floor and looked around her dark apartment. He walked to the couch and sat down, the movement of someone underneath him made him nearly jump through the ceiling.
"Hey!"
Bosco looked under him only to find Charlie below, a small smile forming on his face.
"Hey kiddo, what are you doing in here?"
Charlie sat up. "This is my house you know. What are you doing here?"
Faith entered the room with Fred behind her. "Charlie, go to bed. You've gotta be up early tomorrow."
Bosco stood up and nodded at Fred. The awkward tension made Bosco want to scream. "Hey Fred, you sure this is okay?"
Fred ran his hand over his smooth head. "It's fine. I'm gonna go back to bed, hope you don't think I'm being to snooty."
"Nah, not at all." Bosco smiled and sat back down on the couch as he watched Faith take two Mountain Dews out of the refrigerator.
"Sorry, Fred's been sort of a grouch lately. It's nothing personal." Faith opened the can, the crisp liquid foamed out as she slurped it up quickly.
"No bid deal Faith. Thanks for letting me do this."
"No problem. It's what friends are for."
Bosco took a small sip from his drink and set it on the table. "We are friends again right?"
"Always."
"Faith, do you think those cops dying and Sully and Davis getting hurt is my fault?" Tears formed in his eyes as the words left his mouth.
"No Bosco. What makes you think that?"
"Obviously whoever this is, is trying to send me some kind of message. He, or she, is trying to tell me something by killing others."
"I get what you are saying but that definitely isn't your fault. It's the killer's fault. Don't blame yourself for this, blame gets you nowhere."
Bosco nodded. She had a way with words but for some reason it was convincing to him. He still felt like he had some part in these murders. His cell phone ring interrupted his thoughts.
He picked up the small phone and pressed 'talk'.
"Hello?"
"Is this Maurice?" A raspy, male voice was on the other end.
"Who is this?" Bosco sat up; a curious look was obvious as Faith watched him talk.
"Suddenly you are interested. Let's just say you probably don't ever want to meet me."
"What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?"
"I'd say 6 murders are no joke. Maurice Boscorelli, sleep with one eye open." The caller hung up, and that was all that was made out of that conversation. Bosco pushed 'end' and threw the phone down to the floor.
"Who was it Bosco?"
"The person that is doing all of this. We gotta get him Faith. He's gonna kill more if we don't stop him."
"I know Boz, we'll get him. I know we'll get him."
~~~
I'd say six murders are no joke.
Bosco sat up in bed, forgetting where he was. He stared around the pitch-black room, the only thing he could see was the clock on the VCR. It was 4:45 am. He wiped his face off with his comforter and sighed a heavy sigh. He walked slowly into the kitchen where he drank down to big glasses of water. He sat down on the floor and ran the cold glass over his forehead.
Sleep with one eye open.
He felt like saying, "If I could get any sleep at all." He noticed a shadow in the doorframe of the hallway. He stood up quickly to notice that it was Emily who was half asleep.
"You okay Bosco?" She cocked her head to the side as she turned on a small lamp. Bosco squinted as he stared back at the young girl in front of him.
"Yeah, just was thirsty." He held up the now empty glass and placed it on the end table beside the couch.
"You look like you just got out of the shower, are you sure you are okay?"
Bosco nodded, "I'm fine. Go back to bed." He hopped on the couch and covered up, trying to pretend that everything was okay, even though it wasn't. He listened to her footsteps as she walked back to her room and shut the door. He stared out the apartment window, paranoid of every sound or shadow that he encountered that night.
~~~
Everyone in the Yokas house was up at 6:45 to shower, eat, and get ready for the day ahead of them. Bosco lay on the couch, still awake from his dream. His eyes were bloodshot and sore from staying awake. He heard Emily and Faith arguing about an outfit, Charlie smacking while eating, and Fred singing in the shower.
"Boz, you want some breakfast? I made extra." Emily stood over him.
"You made breakfast? I'm not so sure I want any if you made it." He smiled up at her, trying to get her to crack a smile.
"Haha, that's a good one Bosco."
"Let's go kids!" Fred yelled from the front door as the kids came slowly towards him. Bosco continued to lie on the couch, his body feeling to weak to even get up. Once they were gone the apartment was silent once more.
"So, how was your first experience in the Yokas home on a school morning?" Faith carefully blew on her coffee as she sat down by Bosco's feet.
"Not as bad as I had pictured it."
Faith stared down at Bosco's bare feet beside her leg and smiled.
Bosco looked down at where Faith's gaze had been for a few moments. "What?"
"I've been your partner for 9 years and I've never really seen your bare feet. Maybe a few times but I never really noticed them."
"What's funny about that?" He sat up quickly, embarrassed that Faith could giggle so much over his feet.
"Nothing. I guess it's a girl thing. How did you sleep?"
"I think I slept about 45 minutes total last night."
"Yeah, I could tell by the way you look." Faith handed him her coffee.
"Faith, we gotta get him as soon as possible, I'm so damn paranoid that I'm gonna go crazy."
Bosco's heart began to race as he sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall. Lieutenant Swersky, Sergeant Cruz, and Faith stood over him as sweat began to pour down his face. He rubbed his eyes and stood up slowly, his knees giving out, causing him to grab the side of the table in front of him.
"Bosco, you okay?" Swersky held his arm as Bosco gained back his composure.
"I'm fine." Only a whisper erupted from his mouth.
"Go home, get some rest. I'd advise you not to stay alone though. This is a dangerous situation, I don't want anything happening to you."
"Lieu, I got nowhere else to go." He nodded his head and stared down at the floor, hating this experience.
Cruz spoke up, "I've got an extra bed at my place, feel free to come over there." She tried to play cool like he hadn't been to her home before.
"Or if not there you know my door is always open." Faith assumed Bosco would take Cruz's offer over hers so she didn't get her hopes up.
"Okay Faith, I'll stay at your place. I don't want to put the kids or Fred out though."
Cruz's eyes widened. "Bosco, you don't want to stay at my place?"
"No, I don't."
"You won't put them out Boz, they'd be more than happy to help you out." Faith began to leave and Bosco followed while staring back at Cruz, a snarl forming on her lips as she flicked her hair and walked away. A smile rose on Bosco's lips as he followed Faith out to his car.
~~~
Faith jingled her keys slightly as she worked with her stubborn lock on her apartment door. She groaned slightly as she tried to get the door open.
"Are you sure this is okay. Ma will always let me stay over there."
"Hush Bosco, I told you once that it is fine. You know where everything is so make yourself at home. I'm gonna go tell Fred I'm home."
Bosco placed his small duffel bag on the floor and looked around her dark apartment. He walked to the couch and sat down, the movement of someone underneath him made him nearly jump through the ceiling.
"Hey!"
Bosco looked under him only to find Charlie below, a small smile forming on his face.
"Hey kiddo, what are you doing in here?"
Charlie sat up. "This is my house you know. What are you doing here?"
Faith entered the room with Fred behind her. "Charlie, go to bed. You've gotta be up early tomorrow."
Bosco stood up and nodded at Fred. The awkward tension made Bosco want to scream. "Hey Fred, you sure this is okay?"
Fred ran his hand over his smooth head. "It's fine. I'm gonna go back to bed, hope you don't think I'm being to snooty."
"Nah, not at all." Bosco smiled and sat back down on the couch as he watched Faith take two Mountain Dews out of the refrigerator.
"Sorry, Fred's been sort of a grouch lately. It's nothing personal." Faith opened the can, the crisp liquid foamed out as she slurped it up quickly.
"No bid deal Faith. Thanks for letting me do this."
"No problem. It's what friends are for."
Bosco took a small sip from his drink and set it on the table. "We are friends again right?"
"Always."
"Faith, do you think those cops dying and Sully and Davis getting hurt is my fault?" Tears formed in his eyes as the words left his mouth.
"No Bosco. What makes you think that?"
"Obviously whoever this is, is trying to send me some kind of message. He, or she, is trying to tell me something by killing others."
"I get what you are saying but that definitely isn't your fault. It's the killer's fault. Don't blame yourself for this, blame gets you nowhere."
Bosco nodded. She had a way with words but for some reason it was convincing to him. He still felt like he had some part in these murders. His cell phone ring interrupted his thoughts.
He picked up the small phone and pressed 'talk'.
"Hello?"
"Is this Maurice?" A raspy, male voice was on the other end.
"Who is this?" Bosco sat up; a curious look was obvious as Faith watched him talk.
"Suddenly you are interested. Let's just say you probably don't ever want to meet me."
"What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?"
"I'd say 6 murders are no joke. Maurice Boscorelli, sleep with one eye open." The caller hung up, and that was all that was made out of that conversation. Bosco pushed 'end' and threw the phone down to the floor.
"Who was it Bosco?"
"The person that is doing all of this. We gotta get him Faith. He's gonna kill more if we don't stop him."
"I know Boz, we'll get him. I know we'll get him."
~~~
I'd say six murders are no joke.
Bosco sat up in bed, forgetting where he was. He stared around the pitch-black room, the only thing he could see was the clock on the VCR. It was 4:45 am. He wiped his face off with his comforter and sighed a heavy sigh. He walked slowly into the kitchen where he drank down to big glasses of water. He sat down on the floor and ran the cold glass over his forehead.
Sleep with one eye open.
He felt like saying, "If I could get any sleep at all." He noticed a shadow in the doorframe of the hallway. He stood up quickly to notice that it was Emily who was half asleep.
"You okay Bosco?" She cocked her head to the side as she turned on a small lamp. Bosco squinted as he stared back at the young girl in front of him.
"Yeah, just was thirsty." He held up the now empty glass and placed it on the end table beside the couch.
"You look like you just got out of the shower, are you sure you are okay?"
Bosco nodded, "I'm fine. Go back to bed." He hopped on the couch and covered up, trying to pretend that everything was okay, even though it wasn't. He listened to her footsteps as she walked back to her room and shut the door. He stared out the apartment window, paranoid of every sound or shadow that he encountered that night.
~~~
Everyone in the Yokas house was up at 6:45 to shower, eat, and get ready for the day ahead of them. Bosco lay on the couch, still awake from his dream. His eyes were bloodshot and sore from staying awake. He heard Emily and Faith arguing about an outfit, Charlie smacking while eating, and Fred singing in the shower.
"Boz, you want some breakfast? I made extra." Emily stood over him.
"You made breakfast? I'm not so sure I want any if you made it." He smiled up at her, trying to get her to crack a smile.
"Haha, that's a good one Bosco."
"Let's go kids!" Fred yelled from the front door as the kids came slowly towards him. Bosco continued to lie on the couch, his body feeling to weak to even get up. Once they were gone the apartment was silent once more.
"So, how was your first experience in the Yokas home on a school morning?" Faith carefully blew on her coffee as she sat down by Bosco's feet.
"Not as bad as I had pictured it."
Faith stared down at Bosco's bare feet beside her leg and smiled.
Bosco looked down at where Faith's gaze had been for a few moments. "What?"
"I've been your partner for 9 years and I've never really seen your bare feet. Maybe a few times but I never really noticed them."
"What's funny about that?" He sat up quickly, embarrassed that Faith could giggle so much over his feet.
"Nothing. I guess it's a girl thing. How did you sleep?"
"I think I slept about 45 minutes total last night."
"Yeah, I could tell by the way you look." Faith handed him her coffee.
"Faith, we gotta get him as soon as possible, I'm so damn paranoid that I'm gonna go crazy."