Bosco was silent again as Faith drove him home.
"How you feeling Bos?" Faith said trying to get a conversation going.
"I am alright." Bosco said still looking straight ahead out the window.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"There is nothing to talk about."
"Who did that to you Bosco?"
"Does it matter?" Bosco said looking at Faith. He regretted it the second he said it after seeing the hurt look on her face.
"Look Faith I don't know who did it. I had too much to drink at my Ma's bar after you and I got in that fight. Someone hit me from behind and I blacked out. I woke up like this is an ally. That is all I know Faith" Bosco said lying.
"Were you mugged?" Faith asked as she watched him shake is head no. "Well who would want to hurt you Bosco?"
"Are you kidding me Faith? Take a number. Maybe it was some jackoff I arrested who knows" Bosco said getting agitated.
"Did you at least file a report?"
"For what Faith huh?"
Faith pulled up next to Bosco's apartment building. "Bosco wanna come home and have dinner with me? It will just be me and the kids?"
"No thanks Faith, I already got plans. Look I will see you later okay?" Bosco said getting out and slamming the door.
~~~~~
Bosco didn't waste anytime as he walked towards Ninth Street. He began asking all kinds of questions to the other prostitutes giving them his general description of what he remembered her to look like. He managed to get a first name, Jasmine, and that she was working that area earlier that day. She had looked roughed up one of the girls told him, so he knew he had the right name.
He was just relieved she was still alive. It felt like a huge weight was just lifted from his heart. He still wanted to talk with her though. Perhaps he would take a walk down there again later on in the night.
Maddog sat in his car across the street watching every move Bosco made as he made conversation with all of his bitches. As he puffed on his Churchill cigar, he used his free hand to hit speed dial on his cell.
"Carter, its me. I want you to go to that address of that punk cop and wait for further instructions."
Maddog took another puff of his cigar as he watched Bosco begin to walk away. "You just wait Officer!"
~~~~~ Bosco twisted a cap off his cold beer and chucked half the bottle down. He slumped down onto his coach and turned the TV on looking for a game to watch. The phone rang immediately as if on cue. Bosco bent over and shut the ringer off. He pulled the bottle of painkillers from his pocket that the doctor at Mercy gave him a prescription for and starred at the bottle. He tossed them on his coffee table and slammed the rest of his beer.
~~~~~ Bosco must have fell asleep on the coach. It took him a few minutes to get up as he slowly became aware someone was banging on his door. He slowly stood and cracked the door open to see Cruz standing there with a bottle of champagne and some other box.
"What time is it?" Bosco mumbled.
"What not happy to see me? You gonna let me in or leave a lady standing out here?"
Bosco tilted his head sideways and smirked, "I don't see no lady out here!"
"Very funny," she said pushing the door open and walking past Bosco.
"Heard what happened to you today" Cruz said as she helped herself to some glasses from the kitchen. "Broken ribs huh? You gonna be out for awhile?"
Bosco nodded his head as she handed him a full glass of champagne. "Yeah, I am taking a few vacation days at the moment."
"We gonna be partners when you get back?" She said opening up the box she had brought with her.
"Cruz, please don't start, not now. I am tired" Bosco said rubbing his temples.
"Take your shirt off." Cruz demanded pulling out a bottle of some kind of oil.
"What? Why?" Bosco said acting all shocked.
Cruz stood up and tugged at Bosco's shirt. He hesitated for one second before lifting his arms and letting her remove it.
"Damn Bosco, who did this to you?" Cruz said looking at all his bruises.
"Long story!" Bosco said yawning.
Cruz leaned forward and nibbled on Bosco's ear before whispering in it, "I think it is kind-of a turn on."
She opened the cap to the oil and squeezed a generous portion on her hands and rubbed them together before guiding Bosco to lie down onto his stomach. He winced a few times and shifted uncomfortably till he found a position that didn't hurt.
Cruz began to rub the oil onto Bosco's back in a circular motion making her way down to his pants line. He let out a slight moan.
"Damn Bos you are so tense!"
"Tell me about it" he said letting out another moan as she rubbed over the bruise on his back.
She massaged Bosco's back for another few minutes in silence secretly getting turned on. She bent over and began kissing Bosco's shoulder blades. He wasn't responding to her kisses; usually he would be all over her by now. She stretched her neck around Bosco to see his eyes shut.
"Bosco? Bos?" He was sleeping! "Some of a bitch!" Cruz nose flared. She felt insulted. No one ever passed up on her. She didn't bother throwing a blanket on Bosco or anything. She just stormed out of his apartment.
~~~~~ "Maddog, it is Carter. There is a woman coming from Boscorelli's apartment. Possibly his bitch I don't know it is pretty late. What do you want me to do?"
"Good work Carter, follow her, and kill her. I am on my way to Boscorelli's apartment now; I wanna deal with him in person.
"How you feeling Bos?" Faith said trying to get a conversation going.
"I am alright." Bosco said still looking straight ahead out the window.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"There is nothing to talk about."
"Who did that to you Bosco?"
"Does it matter?" Bosco said looking at Faith. He regretted it the second he said it after seeing the hurt look on her face.
"Look Faith I don't know who did it. I had too much to drink at my Ma's bar after you and I got in that fight. Someone hit me from behind and I blacked out. I woke up like this is an ally. That is all I know Faith" Bosco said lying.
"Were you mugged?" Faith asked as she watched him shake is head no. "Well who would want to hurt you Bosco?"
"Are you kidding me Faith? Take a number. Maybe it was some jackoff I arrested who knows" Bosco said getting agitated.
"Did you at least file a report?"
"For what Faith huh?"
Faith pulled up next to Bosco's apartment building. "Bosco wanna come home and have dinner with me? It will just be me and the kids?"
"No thanks Faith, I already got plans. Look I will see you later okay?" Bosco said getting out and slamming the door.
~~~~~
Bosco didn't waste anytime as he walked towards Ninth Street. He began asking all kinds of questions to the other prostitutes giving them his general description of what he remembered her to look like. He managed to get a first name, Jasmine, and that she was working that area earlier that day. She had looked roughed up one of the girls told him, so he knew he had the right name.
He was just relieved she was still alive. It felt like a huge weight was just lifted from his heart. He still wanted to talk with her though. Perhaps he would take a walk down there again later on in the night.
Maddog sat in his car across the street watching every move Bosco made as he made conversation with all of his bitches. As he puffed on his Churchill cigar, he used his free hand to hit speed dial on his cell.
"Carter, its me. I want you to go to that address of that punk cop and wait for further instructions."
Maddog took another puff of his cigar as he watched Bosco begin to walk away. "You just wait Officer!"
~~~~~ Bosco twisted a cap off his cold beer and chucked half the bottle down. He slumped down onto his coach and turned the TV on looking for a game to watch. The phone rang immediately as if on cue. Bosco bent over and shut the ringer off. He pulled the bottle of painkillers from his pocket that the doctor at Mercy gave him a prescription for and starred at the bottle. He tossed them on his coffee table and slammed the rest of his beer.
~~~~~ Bosco must have fell asleep on the coach. It took him a few minutes to get up as he slowly became aware someone was banging on his door. He slowly stood and cracked the door open to see Cruz standing there with a bottle of champagne and some other box.
"What time is it?" Bosco mumbled.
"What not happy to see me? You gonna let me in or leave a lady standing out here?"
Bosco tilted his head sideways and smirked, "I don't see no lady out here!"
"Very funny," she said pushing the door open and walking past Bosco.
"Heard what happened to you today" Cruz said as she helped herself to some glasses from the kitchen. "Broken ribs huh? You gonna be out for awhile?"
Bosco nodded his head as she handed him a full glass of champagne. "Yeah, I am taking a few vacation days at the moment."
"We gonna be partners when you get back?" She said opening up the box she had brought with her.
"Cruz, please don't start, not now. I am tired" Bosco said rubbing his temples.
"Take your shirt off." Cruz demanded pulling out a bottle of some kind of oil.
"What? Why?" Bosco said acting all shocked.
Cruz stood up and tugged at Bosco's shirt. He hesitated for one second before lifting his arms and letting her remove it.
"Damn Bosco, who did this to you?" Cruz said looking at all his bruises.
"Long story!" Bosco said yawning.
Cruz leaned forward and nibbled on Bosco's ear before whispering in it, "I think it is kind-of a turn on."
She opened the cap to the oil and squeezed a generous portion on her hands and rubbed them together before guiding Bosco to lie down onto his stomach. He winced a few times and shifted uncomfortably till he found a position that didn't hurt.
Cruz began to rub the oil onto Bosco's back in a circular motion making her way down to his pants line. He let out a slight moan.
"Damn Bos you are so tense!"
"Tell me about it" he said letting out another moan as she rubbed over the bruise on his back.
She massaged Bosco's back for another few minutes in silence secretly getting turned on. She bent over and began kissing Bosco's shoulder blades. He wasn't responding to her kisses; usually he would be all over her by now. She stretched her neck around Bosco to see his eyes shut.
"Bosco? Bos?" He was sleeping! "Some of a bitch!" Cruz nose flared. She felt insulted. No one ever passed up on her. She didn't bother throwing a blanket on Bosco or anything. She just stormed out of his apartment.
~~~~~ "Maddog, it is Carter. There is a woman coming from Boscorelli's apartment. Possibly his bitch I don't know it is pretty late. What do you want me to do?"
"Good work Carter, follow her, and kill her. I am on my way to Boscorelli's apartment now; I wanna deal with him in person.