Revenge
Chapter 3
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Faith and Bosco rounded the corner and took in the scene before them. The sound of sirens were heard in the background, signaling that help was on the way.
"Sully! Davis!" Bosco called out as he and Faith looked frantically around the scene through the thick, black smoke. People were running everywhere and the heat from the fire was intense.
"Over here! Bosco, over here!" came a voice. Faith and Bosco followed the sound, looking for signs of danger while moving toward it.
"Ma'am, get over across the street. EMS is on the way and they'll help you. Sir, help this lady across the street," Faith ordered as they made their way toward their fellow officer's voice.
"Sully? Where are you hurt?" Bosco said, coming up from behind Sully. That's when he saw him. Davis lay unconscious, cradled in Sully's arm, blood coming from a wound to his head. There were small cuts about his hands and face from the shards of glass and metal from the exploding car. Some of the glass was still lying in the folds of Sully and Davis' jackets.
"It's not me. It's Davis. Help me move him away from this fire," he said to Bosco. Bosco maneuvered to Davis' feet and they carefully lifted him and carried him across the street just as the gas tank of the car exploded, sending people scattering further away. The sirens indicated that help was just about to them and Bosco looked around for his partner.
"Faith!" he yelled as he started back across the street to make sure that Faith hadn't been injured in the latest explosion.
"I'm okay, Bos. I'm right here," she answered him from the same side of the street. She'd been helping others that were injured. "How is he?" she asked, indicating Davis as the arriving firefighters, medics and police officers went about the task of helping the injured and dousing the flames.
Doc and Carlos approached Sully. "Sul? Let me take a look at your arm," he said and Sully noticed the gash on his arm for the first time.
"I'm okay. It's Davis. Help Davis," Sully said, pushing Doc in the direction of Ty, who was still unconscious. Carlos knelt down next to his friend and started assessing him. He put a cervical collar on him and Doc readied a backboard in case there was injury to his spine from the force of the explosion. Sully hovered just behind Doc, anxious about his partner's condition.
"Sully. Come over here. Let them take care of him," Faith said gently, taking Sully's arm and guiding him away. She tried to get him to sit down, but he didn't want to have Ty out of his sight even though he was being taken care of by the best.
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Paul Richards walked away from the fire scene in a calm fashion, which should have signaled something right away to the trained eyes of the police. But, they were occupied in trying to help the injured and worrying about their fallen brother. So, no one noticed his nonchalant manner. No one noticed the sick, twisted grin on his face.
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"Excuse me, Sir," said the quiet-mannered man at the front desk of the 55th Precinct. Lieutenant Swersky was on the phone. He held up a finger to indicate to the man that he'd be right with him.
"Yeah, Okay. How's Sully?" asked the Lieutenant in to the phone and listened to the reply.
"Okay, Yokas. You and Boscorelli get in here and get the paperwork started. We heard from the Arson Squad and they definitely found evidence of an incendiary device. Did anyone get hold of Davis' mother? Okay. Have Olsen stay with Sully and Davis and get back in here. The Brass wants to know what's going on and you need to let the Detectives know anything that might be helpful. Tell Olsen to keep us posted on Davis and Sullivan," finished the Lieutenant before hanging up.
"Yes, Sir. What can I do for you?" the Lieutenant asked the man before him.
"I just needed to drop this office for Maurice Boscorelli. He told me he was working today and that I should leave it here for him," said the man.
"Well, he's on his way in. Do you want to give it to him yourself?" the Lieutenant asked.
"Um," said the man, looking at his watch. "Actually, I'm gonna be late for work as it is. I'll just leave it with you if that's okay," he said with a smile.
"Sure. No problem. I'll give it to him as soon as he gets here. Can I give him your name?"
"It's in the note. Just tell him Paul dropped it off for him," said Richards, who then turned to walk away as the phone rang again.
The Lieutenant answered the phone and gave the man a distracted wave as he involved himself in the call. Paul Richards calmly walked out of the stationhouse and into the night.
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"You sure you're okay?" Sully asked his partner as he put on the clothes that Officer Olsen had brought over from his locker at work for him. The doctors wanted to keep him overnight, but he'd decided that he could be more comfortable at his mother's house than in the hospital.
"Yeah. Just a bad headache. It's just a concussion and a few cuts and scrapes, Sul," he said.
"Yeah, well. A couple of more steps and it'd be a different story. Your Mom pissed at me?" Sully asked.
"Nah. She knows it was just the luck of the draw. I could have been the one talking to the complainant while you checked out the car and I'd be standing here looking like a mother hen hovering over you," Ty said sarcastically as he tried to move around Sully to get the rest of his things.
"Funny. I'm just worried is all," Sully said.
"I know, Sul. But, I'm fine. I just want to get home and get some sleep," Ty said as Nurse Proctor walked in.
"Not too much sleep I'm afraid. Remember, someone has to wake you up periodically to make sure your concussion isn't getting worse," she reinforced to him.
"Oh, don't worry. I won't be sleeping tonight anyway," came Maggie Davis' voice behind the crowd. "I'm not letting him out of my sight for the next 24 hours."
"Hey, Mom. I'm ready to get out of here," Ty said, standing up a little too quickly and requiring Sully to steady himself against.
"Whoa," Sully said. "Go slower, Man."
"Definitely. Want me to drive?" he joked as they walked out into the hallway.
"Well, I was hoping that blow to the head might have straightened out that sick sense of humor, but I guess it wasn't meant to be," Sully said, leaving the nurse chuckling as they moved out of earshot.
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"Boscorelli! Someone dropped this off for you," called the Lieutenant as Faith and Bosco entered the station.
"Did they leave a name?" Bosco answered as he took the envelope from the Lieutenant.
"Uh, yeah. Paul or something. Said you told him to drop this off here. He couldn't wait, because he was late for work or something - sounds like he'd be one of your friends," the Lieutenant said with sarcasm.
"Ha, ha," Bosco said as he opened the envelope while following Faith up the stairs to the office to start the report.
Faith turned around to talk to him and noticed that he'd stopped halfway up the stairs. "Bos?" she said. "Everything okay?"
He shook his head no and put the letter on the desk so as not to cause anymore damage to any fingerprints that may be on the paper. Faith leaned over and read the note:
"Boscorelli,
You really should be doing your own work instead of letting your fellow officers take the hit for you. That explosion was meant for you. I missed this time, but don't worry. I'll try again.
Revenge is Sweet"
Faith looked at her partner. "Bos. We've gotta tell the Lieu," she said, walking down the stairs, leaving Bosco to stare at the note and get a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Davis got hurt by a bomb that was meant for him. Thank God he didn't get hurt too badly, but who the hell was after him and for what?
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TBC...
Chapter 3
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Faith and Bosco rounded the corner and took in the scene before them. The sound of sirens were heard in the background, signaling that help was on the way.
"Sully! Davis!" Bosco called out as he and Faith looked frantically around the scene through the thick, black smoke. People were running everywhere and the heat from the fire was intense.
"Over here! Bosco, over here!" came a voice. Faith and Bosco followed the sound, looking for signs of danger while moving toward it.
"Ma'am, get over across the street. EMS is on the way and they'll help you. Sir, help this lady across the street," Faith ordered as they made their way toward their fellow officer's voice.
"Sully? Where are you hurt?" Bosco said, coming up from behind Sully. That's when he saw him. Davis lay unconscious, cradled in Sully's arm, blood coming from a wound to his head. There were small cuts about his hands and face from the shards of glass and metal from the exploding car. Some of the glass was still lying in the folds of Sully and Davis' jackets.
"It's not me. It's Davis. Help me move him away from this fire," he said to Bosco. Bosco maneuvered to Davis' feet and they carefully lifted him and carried him across the street just as the gas tank of the car exploded, sending people scattering further away. The sirens indicated that help was just about to them and Bosco looked around for his partner.
"Faith!" he yelled as he started back across the street to make sure that Faith hadn't been injured in the latest explosion.
"I'm okay, Bos. I'm right here," she answered him from the same side of the street. She'd been helping others that were injured. "How is he?" she asked, indicating Davis as the arriving firefighters, medics and police officers went about the task of helping the injured and dousing the flames.
Doc and Carlos approached Sully. "Sul? Let me take a look at your arm," he said and Sully noticed the gash on his arm for the first time.
"I'm okay. It's Davis. Help Davis," Sully said, pushing Doc in the direction of Ty, who was still unconscious. Carlos knelt down next to his friend and started assessing him. He put a cervical collar on him and Doc readied a backboard in case there was injury to his spine from the force of the explosion. Sully hovered just behind Doc, anxious about his partner's condition.
"Sully. Come over here. Let them take care of him," Faith said gently, taking Sully's arm and guiding him away. She tried to get him to sit down, but he didn't want to have Ty out of his sight even though he was being taken care of by the best.
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Paul Richards walked away from the fire scene in a calm fashion, which should have signaled something right away to the trained eyes of the police. But, they were occupied in trying to help the injured and worrying about their fallen brother. So, no one noticed his nonchalant manner. No one noticed the sick, twisted grin on his face.
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"Excuse me, Sir," said the quiet-mannered man at the front desk of the 55th Precinct. Lieutenant Swersky was on the phone. He held up a finger to indicate to the man that he'd be right with him.
"Yeah, Okay. How's Sully?" asked the Lieutenant in to the phone and listened to the reply.
"Okay, Yokas. You and Boscorelli get in here and get the paperwork started. We heard from the Arson Squad and they definitely found evidence of an incendiary device. Did anyone get hold of Davis' mother? Okay. Have Olsen stay with Sully and Davis and get back in here. The Brass wants to know what's going on and you need to let the Detectives know anything that might be helpful. Tell Olsen to keep us posted on Davis and Sullivan," finished the Lieutenant before hanging up.
"Yes, Sir. What can I do for you?" the Lieutenant asked the man before him.
"I just needed to drop this office for Maurice Boscorelli. He told me he was working today and that I should leave it here for him," said the man.
"Well, he's on his way in. Do you want to give it to him yourself?" the Lieutenant asked.
"Um," said the man, looking at his watch. "Actually, I'm gonna be late for work as it is. I'll just leave it with you if that's okay," he said with a smile.
"Sure. No problem. I'll give it to him as soon as he gets here. Can I give him your name?"
"It's in the note. Just tell him Paul dropped it off for him," said Richards, who then turned to walk away as the phone rang again.
The Lieutenant answered the phone and gave the man a distracted wave as he involved himself in the call. Paul Richards calmly walked out of the stationhouse and into the night.
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"You sure you're okay?" Sully asked his partner as he put on the clothes that Officer Olsen had brought over from his locker at work for him. The doctors wanted to keep him overnight, but he'd decided that he could be more comfortable at his mother's house than in the hospital.
"Yeah. Just a bad headache. It's just a concussion and a few cuts and scrapes, Sul," he said.
"Yeah, well. A couple of more steps and it'd be a different story. Your Mom pissed at me?" Sully asked.
"Nah. She knows it was just the luck of the draw. I could have been the one talking to the complainant while you checked out the car and I'd be standing here looking like a mother hen hovering over you," Ty said sarcastically as he tried to move around Sully to get the rest of his things.
"Funny. I'm just worried is all," Sully said.
"I know, Sul. But, I'm fine. I just want to get home and get some sleep," Ty said as Nurse Proctor walked in.
"Not too much sleep I'm afraid. Remember, someone has to wake you up periodically to make sure your concussion isn't getting worse," she reinforced to him.
"Oh, don't worry. I won't be sleeping tonight anyway," came Maggie Davis' voice behind the crowd. "I'm not letting him out of my sight for the next 24 hours."
"Hey, Mom. I'm ready to get out of here," Ty said, standing up a little too quickly and requiring Sully to steady himself against.
"Whoa," Sully said. "Go slower, Man."
"Definitely. Want me to drive?" he joked as they walked out into the hallway.
"Well, I was hoping that blow to the head might have straightened out that sick sense of humor, but I guess it wasn't meant to be," Sully said, leaving the nurse chuckling as they moved out of earshot.
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"Boscorelli! Someone dropped this off for you," called the Lieutenant as Faith and Bosco entered the station.
"Did they leave a name?" Bosco answered as he took the envelope from the Lieutenant.
"Uh, yeah. Paul or something. Said you told him to drop this off here. He couldn't wait, because he was late for work or something - sounds like he'd be one of your friends," the Lieutenant said with sarcasm.
"Ha, ha," Bosco said as he opened the envelope while following Faith up the stairs to the office to start the report.
Faith turned around to talk to him and noticed that he'd stopped halfway up the stairs. "Bos?" she said. "Everything okay?"
He shook his head no and put the letter on the desk so as not to cause anymore damage to any fingerprints that may be on the paper. Faith leaned over and read the note:
"Boscorelli,
You really should be doing your own work instead of letting your fellow officers take the hit for you. That explosion was meant for you. I missed this time, but don't worry. I'll try again.
Revenge is Sweet"
Faith looked at her partner. "Bos. We've gotta tell the Lieu," she said, walking down the stairs, leaving Bosco to stare at the note and get a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Davis got hurt by a bomb that was meant for him. Thank God he didn't get hurt too badly, but who the hell was after him and for what?
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TBC...