It's been two weeks, and I have been able to track down every member of my
team but the one person I thought I would never have any trouble
finding..Bosco. Working with Carlie I was able to track him all over the
state of New York, but it always seemed I came up a little short. Being
behind him only by hours, he moved and fast. I suppose that is good,
however in the long run it won't help unless I can actually contact him. I
finally received a solid link whenever he made a mistake, and called his
brother from a place in Hampton. Life must be good for a man with his
talent, but I thought the one thing they always taught first was covering
your tracks, and never leave you cell phone on.
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Glancing at her watch then towards the man sitting at the table across the room she noticed he downed yet another glass of Champaign. The fact that he and the woman in his lap had polished off two large bottles of the sparkling liquid would surprise most people. Faith on the other hand knew he could handle a lot of liquor, she just never really thought about how much he could consume in one sitting, and seem perfectly sober. It may have been two or three in the morning when he finally retired to his room on the third floor. What did surprise Faith was the fact that he rented a different room for the blond that he had been sitting with all night. Last time she remembers he didn't give up a good time so easily.
The door opened to reveal a dark room, and Bosco didn't even bother turning on the light. He just casually walked over to the bed and made himself comfortable on top of the blankets. As his eyes drifted shut a slight breeze blew in the window causing his eye's to widen quickly. Sitting up he pulled his gun from the holster and scanned the room knowing very well he had not left the window open. He hadn't liked open windows ever since he was a kid, but it wasn't a common secret he shared either. His eye's paused and he squinted as a form took shape in the large chair across the room. He didn't speak only stood as he turned on the light. His eye's never flinching from the brightness, or moving from the shadow. When the light illuminated the person sitting in the chair the color in his face seemed to drain and his heart froze.
"Faith?" He asked, his voice no louder than a whispered breath as he stared at the woman he hadn't seen in what seemed to be forever.
"Boscorelli, you are a hard man to find." She replied as a smile crept across her face.
"I didn't know I was lost."
"You weren't, your just good at hiding."
"Well, if I'm so good how did you find me?"
"You made one simple mistake."
"And that would be?"
"You revealed your location when you called your brother, and forgot to turn off your cell phone."
"Your smart, but what happened to the woman I called partner??"
"She's gone, grew up a little bit more and she dances to a new beat. What happened to you? Looks like life's been treating you very well."
"You can say that, but it has its disadvantages."
"Doesn't everything?"
He nodded his head in reply and sank slowly back to the bed as he placed his gun back into it's holster.
"What are you here for?"
"I can't just visit my old partner?"
"You disappear for three years, no letters, no calls, not even in house mail. You show up out of the blue in my hotel room and you just stopped in to visit. I'm not buying that statement Faith. What is it you have 'found' me for?"
"Business."
"Business?"
"Yeah, I'm here to give you this. You have twenty-four hours to review the information and report to station. If you fail to do so a uniformed officer, more than likely one you know well will be standing at your door. If you have any questions my number is in with this information, call I insist." She explained handing him a black leather brief case.
"Now I have some things I need to finish, so I will be on my way. Have a good evening." She started with a pause. "Oh, and Bosco, it was good seeing you again." She finished slipping quietly out the door.
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Glancing at her watch then towards the man sitting at the table across the room she noticed he downed yet another glass of Champaign. The fact that he and the woman in his lap had polished off two large bottles of the sparkling liquid would surprise most people. Faith on the other hand knew he could handle a lot of liquor, she just never really thought about how much he could consume in one sitting, and seem perfectly sober. It may have been two or three in the morning when he finally retired to his room on the third floor. What did surprise Faith was the fact that he rented a different room for the blond that he had been sitting with all night. Last time she remembers he didn't give up a good time so easily.
The door opened to reveal a dark room, and Bosco didn't even bother turning on the light. He just casually walked over to the bed and made himself comfortable on top of the blankets. As his eyes drifted shut a slight breeze blew in the window causing his eye's to widen quickly. Sitting up he pulled his gun from the holster and scanned the room knowing very well he had not left the window open. He hadn't liked open windows ever since he was a kid, but it wasn't a common secret he shared either. His eye's paused and he squinted as a form took shape in the large chair across the room. He didn't speak only stood as he turned on the light. His eye's never flinching from the brightness, or moving from the shadow. When the light illuminated the person sitting in the chair the color in his face seemed to drain and his heart froze.
"Faith?" He asked, his voice no louder than a whispered breath as he stared at the woman he hadn't seen in what seemed to be forever.
"Boscorelli, you are a hard man to find." She replied as a smile crept across her face.
"I didn't know I was lost."
"You weren't, your just good at hiding."
"Well, if I'm so good how did you find me?"
"You made one simple mistake."
"And that would be?"
"You revealed your location when you called your brother, and forgot to turn off your cell phone."
"Your smart, but what happened to the woman I called partner??"
"She's gone, grew up a little bit more and she dances to a new beat. What happened to you? Looks like life's been treating you very well."
"You can say that, but it has its disadvantages."
"Doesn't everything?"
He nodded his head in reply and sank slowly back to the bed as he placed his gun back into it's holster.
"What are you here for?"
"I can't just visit my old partner?"
"You disappear for three years, no letters, no calls, not even in house mail. You show up out of the blue in my hotel room and you just stopped in to visit. I'm not buying that statement Faith. What is it you have 'found' me for?"
"Business."
"Business?"
"Yeah, I'm here to give you this. You have twenty-four hours to review the information and report to station. If you fail to do so a uniformed officer, more than likely one you know well will be standing at your door. If you have any questions my number is in with this information, call I insist." She explained handing him a black leather brief case.
"Now I have some things I need to finish, so I will be on my way. Have a good evening." She started with a pause. "Oh, and Bosco, it was good seeing you again." She finished slipping quietly out the door.
