CHAPTER TEN
"Bosco, you're missing a partner," Ty deadpanned, exiting the room.
Bosco looked impatiently at his watch, catching Swersky's eye. Roll call was over and there was still no sign of Yokas.
"She hasn't called in.what's goin' on?"
"I don't know Lieu.this ain't like her. She's the responsible one," he muttered. He hoped she was okay. After hearing about her migraines.
"I'll give her apartment a ring," Bosco said, jumping up.
No answer. He called three more times and got the machine each time. He then tried her cell, but it was off.
"Sit on the desk until she arrives," Swersky ordered.
Groaning, he headed to the first floor. "She better be hurtin' or she's gonna pay," he grumbled to himself.
After taking a call from an old lady missing her cat, one of the detectives, Sorenson, approached Bosco.
"You in trouble or something?"
"Naw, my partner's just MIA. What's up?"
Sorenson rolled his head. "I need a massage."
"Uh, I reserve my talents for the ladies."
"Shut up, Bosco. Anyways, no dice on Shoney's."
Bosco's hopes fell. He thought they were so close.
"The best we got was some guy saying the lady was dressed in pink and white. Oh, and she's got a nice set of knockers."
"To go along with her legs," Bosco joked half-heartedly. "Jesus, doesn't anybody look at a woman's face?"
"Ask me that again, Boscorelli."
Bosco thanked Sorenson. Momentarily forgetting Faith, he looked over the possibilities. He either struck out with the chick or he scored. She was more than likely the last person to see him alive.
The last person.a seed of an idea started to grow in Bosco's mind.
"Sorenson, wait." The detective turned around on the stairs, expectantly.
"Did Darrell have sex before dying?"
"Yeah, but that's not relevant."
Bosco's interest was piqued. "Why's that?"
"Four out of the eight victims had sex before death, one of whose wife is claiming that it was her. And each one had evidence of latex on their privates." Sorenson could see where Bosco was going with this. Slowly he walked back to the information desk. "What are ya thinking?"
"Well, there's a good chance this woman was the last person who saw my cousin alive. Besides the killer. The trail turns cold after he followed her out of that bar. How do we know our killer isn't a she?" ×××××××××
Faith felt as if she were floating to the surface of a very deep ocean. She struggled to reach the light, suddenly sitting up gasping for breath.
She looked around. She was in her bed. How had she gotten in here? Usually she woke up where the attack took place. Her head was nursing the remnants of the migraine. Groaning, she swung her feet over the side of the bed, her eye catching the clock.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed. It was a quarter after five. Her hand flew to her mouth. She had been out for like five hours. Why didn't someone wake her? She was late for work, extremely late for work. She rushed into the living room.
She spotted Fred passed out on the couch, snoring loudly, the remains of his stomach contents staining his work shirt. A blanket was slung over his legs. She spotted Emily and Charlie sitting at the kitchen table, gaping at her.
"You guys, why didn't someone wake me? I overslept, do you know how late I am?"
Emily and Charlie shared a look. "Mom.when did you get home?" Charlie asked in a small voice.
Faith looked at them, confused. "I never left.I'm late for work. I, I was in the bedroom." How she got in there remained a mystery.
Charlie looked to Emily for help. Clearing her throat, Emily spoke up. "Mom," she said carefully, "You weren't here."
"Yes, Emily I was in the bedroom, sleeping," Faith said patiently.
Again Emily felt the fear she first experienced when her mother jumped her about her activities. Bravely, she said, "Mom, Charlie and I went in there to get a blanket to cover Dad's shi- to keep him warm. You were nowhere in sight."
Faith was speechless. Her children were looking at her as if she were crazy. Nowhere in sight? Then where the hell was she?
Faith fought the nausea that threatened to exit her stomach. "I've gotta call work," she said, frantically searching for the phone. She quickly dialed the precinct.
"55th precinct, Officer Boscorelli speaking."
Faith was so glad to hear his voice. "Bos, Bos it's me."
"Where the hell are you?"
She looked back at her children and moved off into her bedroom. Shutting the door, she let the tears flow. "Bos," she whispered. "I'm losing my mind."
"Bosco, you're missing a partner," Ty deadpanned, exiting the room.
Bosco looked impatiently at his watch, catching Swersky's eye. Roll call was over and there was still no sign of Yokas.
"She hasn't called in.what's goin' on?"
"I don't know Lieu.this ain't like her. She's the responsible one," he muttered. He hoped she was okay. After hearing about her migraines.
"I'll give her apartment a ring," Bosco said, jumping up.
No answer. He called three more times and got the machine each time. He then tried her cell, but it was off.
"Sit on the desk until she arrives," Swersky ordered.
Groaning, he headed to the first floor. "She better be hurtin' or she's gonna pay," he grumbled to himself.
After taking a call from an old lady missing her cat, one of the detectives, Sorenson, approached Bosco.
"You in trouble or something?"
"Naw, my partner's just MIA. What's up?"
Sorenson rolled his head. "I need a massage."
"Uh, I reserve my talents for the ladies."
"Shut up, Bosco. Anyways, no dice on Shoney's."
Bosco's hopes fell. He thought they were so close.
"The best we got was some guy saying the lady was dressed in pink and white. Oh, and she's got a nice set of knockers."
"To go along with her legs," Bosco joked half-heartedly. "Jesus, doesn't anybody look at a woman's face?"
"Ask me that again, Boscorelli."
Bosco thanked Sorenson. Momentarily forgetting Faith, he looked over the possibilities. He either struck out with the chick or he scored. She was more than likely the last person to see him alive.
The last person.a seed of an idea started to grow in Bosco's mind.
"Sorenson, wait." The detective turned around on the stairs, expectantly.
"Did Darrell have sex before dying?"
"Yeah, but that's not relevant."
Bosco's interest was piqued. "Why's that?"
"Four out of the eight victims had sex before death, one of whose wife is claiming that it was her. And each one had evidence of latex on their privates." Sorenson could see where Bosco was going with this. Slowly he walked back to the information desk. "What are ya thinking?"
"Well, there's a good chance this woman was the last person who saw my cousin alive. Besides the killer. The trail turns cold after he followed her out of that bar. How do we know our killer isn't a she?" ×××××××××
Faith felt as if she were floating to the surface of a very deep ocean. She struggled to reach the light, suddenly sitting up gasping for breath.
She looked around. She was in her bed. How had she gotten in here? Usually she woke up where the attack took place. Her head was nursing the remnants of the migraine. Groaning, she swung her feet over the side of the bed, her eye catching the clock.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed. It was a quarter after five. Her hand flew to her mouth. She had been out for like five hours. Why didn't someone wake her? She was late for work, extremely late for work. She rushed into the living room.
She spotted Fred passed out on the couch, snoring loudly, the remains of his stomach contents staining his work shirt. A blanket was slung over his legs. She spotted Emily and Charlie sitting at the kitchen table, gaping at her.
"You guys, why didn't someone wake me? I overslept, do you know how late I am?"
Emily and Charlie shared a look. "Mom.when did you get home?" Charlie asked in a small voice.
Faith looked at them, confused. "I never left.I'm late for work. I, I was in the bedroom." How she got in there remained a mystery.
Charlie looked to Emily for help. Clearing her throat, Emily spoke up. "Mom," she said carefully, "You weren't here."
"Yes, Emily I was in the bedroom, sleeping," Faith said patiently.
Again Emily felt the fear she first experienced when her mother jumped her about her activities. Bravely, she said, "Mom, Charlie and I went in there to get a blanket to cover Dad's shi- to keep him warm. You were nowhere in sight."
Faith was speechless. Her children were looking at her as if she were crazy. Nowhere in sight? Then where the hell was she?
Faith fought the nausea that threatened to exit her stomach. "I've gotta call work," she said, frantically searching for the phone. She quickly dialed the precinct.
"55th precinct, Officer Boscorelli speaking."
Faith was so glad to hear his voice. "Bos, Bos it's me."
"Where the hell are you?"
She looked back at her children and moved off into her bedroom. Shutting the door, she let the tears flow. "Bos," she whispered. "I'm losing my mind."
