Bosco was washing his hands in the sink in the bathroom at McDonalds. He
had just finnished drying them and left the room. He was walking down the
tiled hallway to the seating area, when his phone rang.
"Hello?" asked Bosco, he glanced over at the others, who were getting up and motioned that he'd meet them in the car. They left.
"Officer Boscorelli, its been a while." Stated a cold, familier voice on the other end of the phone. Bosco shivered.
"Who is this?" he asked.
"Oh come on buddy, don't tell me you don't remember." Said the voice.
"No I don't, what do you want?" asked Bosco as he walked quickly through the seating area and towards the door.
"You, and your friends dead." Bosco quickened his pace as he exited the restaurant.
"Why?" he asked. Practicly running towards the car on the other side of the parking lot.
"Because its your fault." Said the voice.
"What is our fault?" asked Bosco.
"You and your friends, all of you were there on that day."
"What day?" Bos asked in exasperation.
"The day my brother died!" screamed the voice. Bosco stopped in his tracks, halfway down the parking lot. His friends looked over from the other end, wondering what he was doing. Ty guessed that Bosco was talking to someone important so he walked over.
"Who was your brother?"
"An inocent kid. He was 18, Davis, Yokas, and Sully arrested his friends. Doherty and Taylor didn't go in to save him. Zambrano, Parker, and Nieto failed to save my brothers life because YOU shot him." Said the cold tone on the end of the line.
Ty had reached Bosco now,
"Bos, who are you talking to?" he asked. Bosco gave him a look that told Davis exactly who it was.
"What Happened?" asked Bosco.
"My brother and his friends were in a gang. They were after a man that ratted on one of their friends, resulting in him going to prison. They went to the man's apartment. The man was in another gang and they were rivals. Shots were fired. Starting a fire. Cops came in and YOU fired on them. You, Boscorelli, shot my brother. Everyone left the building when they saw the fire. Tayor and Doherty didn't go inside to save my brother who was still in there. When they finnally got him out, your paramedic friends couldn't save him." He finished.
"I'm sorry." Said Bosco, whispering. Davis looked worried.
"No your not, I can see your face, you and Davis, standing there, proud of what you did." Said the voice. Bosco glanced around nervously.
"And now, here I come." the voice stopped. And the man hung up.
Bosco grabbed Davis by the arm and they started running towards the car at top speed. The others looked at them curiously.
"Get in the Van, NOW!" screamed Bosco as he ran. They complied. Bosco and Davis were almost at the van, it took them longer that usual to get there because of Bosco's leg, but eventually they made it. This time Davis hopped in the passengers seat. Bosco ran around to the drivers side and slammed on the gas.
"Hello?" asked Bosco, he glanced over at the others, who were getting up and motioned that he'd meet them in the car. They left.
"Officer Boscorelli, its been a while." Stated a cold, familier voice on the other end of the phone. Bosco shivered.
"Who is this?" he asked.
"Oh come on buddy, don't tell me you don't remember." Said the voice.
"No I don't, what do you want?" asked Bosco as he walked quickly through the seating area and towards the door.
"You, and your friends dead." Bosco quickened his pace as he exited the restaurant.
"Why?" he asked. Practicly running towards the car on the other side of the parking lot.
"Because its your fault." Said the voice.
"What is our fault?" asked Bosco.
"You and your friends, all of you were there on that day."
"What day?" Bos asked in exasperation.
"The day my brother died!" screamed the voice. Bosco stopped in his tracks, halfway down the parking lot. His friends looked over from the other end, wondering what he was doing. Ty guessed that Bosco was talking to someone important so he walked over.
"Who was your brother?"
"An inocent kid. He was 18, Davis, Yokas, and Sully arrested his friends. Doherty and Taylor didn't go in to save him. Zambrano, Parker, and Nieto failed to save my brothers life because YOU shot him." Said the cold tone on the end of the line.
Ty had reached Bosco now,
"Bos, who are you talking to?" he asked. Bosco gave him a look that told Davis exactly who it was.
"What Happened?" asked Bosco.
"My brother and his friends were in a gang. They were after a man that ratted on one of their friends, resulting in him going to prison. They went to the man's apartment. The man was in another gang and they were rivals. Shots were fired. Starting a fire. Cops came in and YOU fired on them. You, Boscorelli, shot my brother. Everyone left the building when they saw the fire. Tayor and Doherty didn't go inside to save my brother who was still in there. When they finnally got him out, your paramedic friends couldn't save him." He finished.
"I'm sorry." Said Bosco, whispering. Davis looked worried.
"No your not, I can see your face, you and Davis, standing there, proud of what you did." Said the voice. Bosco glanced around nervously.
"And now, here I come." the voice stopped. And the man hung up.
Bosco grabbed Davis by the arm and they started running towards the car at top speed. The others looked at them curiously.
"Get in the Van, NOW!" screamed Bosco as he ran. They complied. Bosco and Davis were almost at the van, it took them longer that usual to get there because of Bosco's leg, but eventually they made it. This time Davis hopped in the passengers seat. Bosco ran around to the drivers side and slammed on the gas.