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Bosco's eyes felt heavy as he waited in the crammed up trunk. His body was stiff as he sat there, the tape tugging at the small hairs on his arms and the back of his head. His saliva soaked through the tape over his mouth, causing it to fall off slightly. The only thing he could think about was the cell phone in the back pocket of his pants and the hopes that the man he recognized all to well wouldn't find it.
The air was heavy in the small closed in space. Bosco had never really enjoyed tight spaces since he was a kid. It reminded him too much of when him and Mikey would have to hide from his father when he was on a drunken rage after anyone in his sight.
His body grew sore as his recent injuries began to show even more. His back hurt the worst. He tried pulling his arms apart but the tape wouldn't budge, he must've taped it several times.
Finally, he felt the car come to a stop, jolting him up against the back of the trunk. He heard the door open and footsteps towards the back of the car. He squinted as the man opened the lid, daylight was already beginning to show outside.
"Okay Maurice, climb on out." The man stood over him and watched as Bosco struggled to get out. His legs were so weak that he fell to the ground the moment he hopped out, his lungs taking in the dust that he had stirred up from falling.
Bosco spit out what little tape was left covering his lips. "Where are you taking me?"
"Stand up." The man picked him up and guided him towards an old warehouse beside an abandoned factory. Bosco looked around, trying to figure out where he was so he could be saved, hopefully.
The man opened the rusty doors of the run down building and guided Bosco up stairs that he didn't trust. He could feel the wood creaking beneath his feet causing his imagination to shoot off ideas of what could happen. He guided Bosco into a small closet area with a metal bar we he handcuffed Bosco to it.
"This is your home until I figure out how I'm gonna kill you. Don't even try to escape; someone will be watching the building at all times. I gotta to runs some errands, be back soon."
Bosco watched him as he walked away. He pulled on the metal bar as hard as he could but it wouldn't budge. "Geez, is this the only strong thing in this building?" He pulled again but gave up. He needed to save what energy he had left.
With his free hand he reached for his back pocket and grabbed his cell phone. He opened the cover with his mouth and dialed Faith's number, but got no response from the phone. He looked at the lit up screen and noticed no signal was being collected.
"Shit!" He closed the cover on the phone and placed it back in his pocket. He'd try again later.
~~~
Faith sent the kids off to school at 7:45 and sat in her quiet apartment, bored out of her mind. She didn't want to go back to bed. She dialed Bosco's home phone number but the answering machine picked up.
"Hey, this is Bosco, after the beep you know what to do."
"Boz, this is Faith. Are you there? Sorry if I woke you, I was just wondering if you want to go grab some breakfast or something. Anyway, call me back when you get this message ok?" She placed the phone back on the cradle and decided to call his cell. That always grabbed his attention.
She listened as the phone rang several times before an automated machine picked up. "We are sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is currently out of your call area. Please hang up and try again later."
Faith looked at the phone and pressed the end button. Where was Bosco that his phone would be out of area?
~~~
Bosco sat in the closet, the only sounds came from the creaking of the building and the boards beneath him. It was already 2:30 and there was no sign of anyone around him. Too bad he couldn't bust free of the bar or he would've been gone. He heard footsteps up the stairs and his heart began to pound out of his chest.
"Maurice, I brought you some food." The man threw one slice of wheat bread at him. "Enjoy." He smiled as he took a bite of his Snicker's bar.
"No thanks, you can have it back." Bosco's tossed it back with his free hand.
"Ah, you gotta eat Maurice. That's what they used to feed the Jews in concentration camps. They survived."
"Survived? I wouldn't call that surviving." Bosco sighed, wondering if Faith had even noticed that he was missing.
~~~
Faith walked into the roll call room at 3:00 on the dot and there was still no sign of Bosco anywhere. She felt worried. Sure, Bosco had been late now and then but here lately he was being responsible. Swersky noticed her worrying.
"Faith, any sign of your partner?"
"No Lieu, I haven't seen him. He hasn't called."
"Okay, work a desk until we figure out what is going on." Swersky nodded and walked up to the podium.
~~~
Faith sat at her desk and stared over at Bosco's empty one. Something wasn't right, she knew of it. All of this happening with the cops being targeted had everyone all jumpy, and now Bosco was missing. She tried to stay positive and think that he just woke up late from a date or something but that wasn't convincing.
~~~
"Well Maurice, I gotta go again. You be good, I'll be back in a few minutes." The man walked over to Bosco and kicked him in the face, causing Bosco's nose to bleed instantly.
He listened once more and dialed Faith's number when he felt the man was gone. He heard the other end ring and someone pick up.
"Hello?"
"Faith." His voice was raspy and low.
"Bosco? Where are you?" She stood up.
"I'm not sure."
"What do you mean you aren't sure?"
"All I know is I'm in an old building in the Bronx." He kept his voice a whisper just in case the man was somewhere in the building.
"What are you doing there?"
"The guy targeting cops, he got me. He caught me off guard last night."
Faith sat back down. "So you know who it is?"
"Yeah."
"And?" Faith clicked her pen and waited to write down the name on a small note pad.
"It's Mikey."
Faith's eyes widened. "What?"
"Faith, he caught me off guard. I was getting something outta my car and he came from behind, and now I'm here." Bosco's heart skipped a beat as someone else entered the room, only it wasn't Mikey. He dropped the phone.
"I bet you didn't think I was in on this too, huh Maurice?"
Bosco's heart raced as he stared back at the man he learned to hate and fear so much. His father. He could hear Faith yelling on the other end, but his mind went blank. He quickly picked up the phone.
"Faith! Help me! I'm in an old warehouse beside an abandoned factory in the Bronx! My dad his here too! Help me!"
His father approached him and grabbed the phone. "No need for that. Little Maurice is dead where he sits." He closed the phone cover and threw it hard at Bosco's face. "I should've known you were carrying a phone. I told Mikey over there to search you but I guess he didn't."
Bosco looked over at Mikey who was standing in the threshold of the door, smiling a cocky smile. "It's sad Maurice, we came to this. I bet you thought I was on your team huh?"
"Shut up Michael." His father turned towards Mikey and pulled a gun out. "Say goodbye, you did your job, now the rest is for me." He pulled the trigger and hit Mikey right between the eyes. "Michael was never the smartest." His father nodded.
~~~
Faith ran into Swersky's office and didn't even knock.
"What's wrong Faith?"
"Lieu, Bosco has been kidnapped. The only information he could give me was he was in the Bronx. We gotta go."
Swersky stood up. "Did he tell you who it was?"
"His father and brother."
Swersky sighed. "Let's get the troops ready."
Bosco's eyes felt heavy as he waited in the crammed up trunk. His body was stiff as he sat there, the tape tugging at the small hairs on his arms and the back of his head. His saliva soaked through the tape over his mouth, causing it to fall off slightly. The only thing he could think about was the cell phone in the back pocket of his pants and the hopes that the man he recognized all to well wouldn't find it.
The air was heavy in the small closed in space. Bosco had never really enjoyed tight spaces since he was a kid. It reminded him too much of when him and Mikey would have to hide from his father when he was on a drunken rage after anyone in his sight.
His body grew sore as his recent injuries began to show even more. His back hurt the worst. He tried pulling his arms apart but the tape wouldn't budge, he must've taped it several times.
Finally, he felt the car come to a stop, jolting him up against the back of the trunk. He heard the door open and footsteps towards the back of the car. He squinted as the man opened the lid, daylight was already beginning to show outside.
"Okay Maurice, climb on out." The man stood over him and watched as Bosco struggled to get out. His legs were so weak that he fell to the ground the moment he hopped out, his lungs taking in the dust that he had stirred up from falling.
Bosco spit out what little tape was left covering his lips. "Where are you taking me?"
"Stand up." The man picked him up and guided him towards an old warehouse beside an abandoned factory. Bosco looked around, trying to figure out where he was so he could be saved, hopefully.
The man opened the rusty doors of the run down building and guided Bosco up stairs that he didn't trust. He could feel the wood creaking beneath his feet causing his imagination to shoot off ideas of what could happen. He guided Bosco into a small closet area with a metal bar we he handcuffed Bosco to it.
"This is your home until I figure out how I'm gonna kill you. Don't even try to escape; someone will be watching the building at all times. I gotta to runs some errands, be back soon."
Bosco watched him as he walked away. He pulled on the metal bar as hard as he could but it wouldn't budge. "Geez, is this the only strong thing in this building?" He pulled again but gave up. He needed to save what energy he had left.
With his free hand he reached for his back pocket and grabbed his cell phone. He opened the cover with his mouth and dialed Faith's number, but got no response from the phone. He looked at the lit up screen and noticed no signal was being collected.
"Shit!" He closed the cover on the phone and placed it back in his pocket. He'd try again later.
~~~
Faith sent the kids off to school at 7:45 and sat in her quiet apartment, bored out of her mind. She didn't want to go back to bed. She dialed Bosco's home phone number but the answering machine picked up.
"Hey, this is Bosco, after the beep you know what to do."
"Boz, this is Faith. Are you there? Sorry if I woke you, I was just wondering if you want to go grab some breakfast or something. Anyway, call me back when you get this message ok?" She placed the phone back on the cradle and decided to call his cell. That always grabbed his attention.
She listened as the phone rang several times before an automated machine picked up. "We are sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is currently out of your call area. Please hang up and try again later."
Faith looked at the phone and pressed the end button. Where was Bosco that his phone would be out of area?
~~~
Bosco sat in the closet, the only sounds came from the creaking of the building and the boards beneath him. It was already 2:30 and there was no sign of anyone around him. Too bad he couldn't bust free of the bar or he would've been gone. He heard footsteps up the stairs and his heart began to pound out of his chest.
"Maurice, I brought you some food." The man threw one slice of wheat bread at him. "Enjoy." He smiled as he took a bite of his Snicker's bar.
"No thanks, you can have it back." Bosco's tossed it back with his free hand.
"Ah, you gotta eat Maurice. That's what they used to feed the Jews in concentration camps. They survived."
"Survived? I wouldn't call that surviving." Bosco sighed, wondering if Faith had even noticed that he was missing.
~~~
Faith walked into the roll call room at 3:00 on the dot and there was still no sign of Bosco anywhere. She felt worried. Sure, Bosco had been late now and then but here lately he was being responsible. Swersky noticed her worrying.
"Faith, any sign of your partner?"
"No Lieu, I haven't seen him. He hasn't called."
"Okay, work a desk until we figure out what is going on." Swersky nodded and walked up to the podium.
~~~
Faith sat at her desk and stared over at Bosco's empty one. Something wasn't right, she knew of it. All of this happening with the cops being targeted had everyone all jumpy, and now Bosco was missing. She tried to stay positive and think that he just woke up late from a date or something but that wasn't convincing.
~~~
"Well Maurice, I gotta go again. You be good, I'll be back in a few minutes." The man walked over to Bosco and kicked him in the face, causing Bosco's nose to bleed instantly.
He listened once more and dialed Faith's number when he felt the man was gone. He heard the other end ring and someone pick up.
"Hello?"
"Faith." His voice was raspy and low.
"Bosco? Where are you?" She stood up.
"I'm not sure."
"What do you mean you aren't sure?"
"All I know is I'm in an old building in the Bronx." He kept his voice a whisper just in case the man was somewhere in the building.
"What are you doing there?"
"The guy targeting cops, he got me. He caught me off guard last night."
Faith sat back down. "So you know who it is?"
"Yeah."
"And?" Faith clicked her pen and waited to write down the name on a small note pad.
"It's Mikey."
Faith's eyes widened. "What?"
"Faith, he caught me off guard. I was getting something outta my car and he came from behind, and now I'm here." Bosco's heart skipped a beat as someone else entered the room, only it wasn't Mikey. He dropped the phone.
"I bet you didn't think I was in on this too, huh Maurice?"
Bosco's heart raced as he stared back at the man he learned to hate and fear so much. His father. He could hear Faith yelling on the other end, but his mind went blank. He quickly picked up the phone.
"Faith! Help me! I'm in an old warehouse beside an abandoned factory in the Bronx! My dad his here too! Help me!"
His father approached him and grabbed the phone. "No need for that. Little Maurice is dead where he sits." He closed the phone cover and threw it hard at Bosco's face. "I should've known you were carrying a phone. I told Mikey over there to search you but I guess he didn't."
Bosco looked over at Mikey who was standing in the threshold of the door, smiling a cocky smile. "It's sad Maurice, we came to this. I bet you thought I was on your team huh?"
"Shut up Michael." His father turned towards Mikey and pulled a gun out. "Say goodbye, you did your job, now the rest is for me." He pulled the trigger and hit Mikey right between the eyes. "Michael was never the smartest." His father nodded.
~~~
Faith ran into Swersky's office and didn't even knock.
"What's wrong Faith?"
"Lieu, Bosco has been kidnapped. The only information he could give me was he was in the Bronx. We gotta go."
Swersky stood up. "Did he tell you who it was?"
"His father and brother."
Swersky sighed. "Let's get the troops ready."