Revenge
Chapter 4
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"So, do you have any idea who this Paul might be, Boscorelli?" asked the detective.
"No. I already told you. I can't think of anyone I know by the name of Paul," Bosco answered, swallowing down the last of his cold cup of coffee. Faith came back into the room and Bosco looked over at her for information.
"I talked to Sully. He's on his way back to the house," Faith said to everyone in the room.
"How's Ty?" Bosco asked her as he stood up to pace again.
"He's okay. Sully just dropped him and his Mom off at her house. The doctor wouldn't discharge him unless someone was gonna be with him," she told him. She noticed his tension had risen since she'd been out of the room. He hid it well, but she could always tell.
"Bos, he's gonna be okay. He's got a concussion and a some stitches, but he's gonna be okay," she reinforced to him. He nodded and continued to pace.
"Boscorelli, have you had any run-ins recently with any perps? Someone in your apartment building? In a store somewhere? Piss off some girl? Hell, did you flip anyone off in traffic?" asked the detective, grasping at any scenario to figure out who this 'Paul' might be.
Bosco shook his head. "No. Nothing. I can't think of anything like that happening," he said, as the coffee cup shattered in his hand. Everyone jumped at the sound, thinking that he must have cut his hand. Luckily, the cup was empty and he, surprisingly, didn't have a scratch. He bent over to pick up the pieces off the floor and threw them roughly into the garbage.
"Okay," Lieutenant Swersky broke in, sensing Bosco was at his breaking point and ready to lose his temper. He knew how upset Bosco was at someone else getting hurt by something meant for him. "Boscorelli, Yokas. Take your meal break, finish up any paperwork and get back on patrol. If you think of anything or we need you, we know where to find you." Bosco and Faith looked at each other. Bosco took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Okay, Lieu. Let's go, Bos," Faith said, putting a hand on his arm and turning him toward the door. The Lieutenant and the detective watched as they left.
"Lieutenant...," started the detective, but Swersky just shook his head and interrupted him.
"Look. I know my officers. I know that Boscorelli is more worried about Officer Davis right now, and anybody else that this jag-off might be targeting just for kicks. Let him get a meal, finish up his paperwork, and take a breath. Maybe if he gets to relax a little, he'll remember something."
"But...," started the detective again.
"No. That's it. I'll call you when he gets back in. Officer Sullivan should be here in a couple of minutes and you can talk to him about anything he might have noticed from the scene," the Lieutenant said, dismissing the detective and walking out of the room toward his office. He stopped in the hallway and looked on as Faith and Bosco were talking in the hallway. It was evident that Faith was trying to calm him down and get him more focused. If anyone could do it, he knew she could. He watched as the two partners grabbed their things, advised the desk sergeant they were heading back to patrol, and walked out of the house.
Lieutenant Swersky walked into his office to hear the phone ringing. "Lt. Swersky," he answered into the phone. He sat down at his desk and began answering questions for the Brass.
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Paul Richards watched from across the street in a darkened vehicle. He had a pair of binoculars and chuckled at the stress evident on Officer Maurice Boscorelli's face.
"What's the matter, Boscorelli? Can't remember who I am? Don't worry, it'll come to you, I'm sure," he said to himself as he watched Faith and Bosco get in the car and head down the street.
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Faith let Bosco drive because she knew it relaxed him. Besides, she was starting the paperwork from their earlier calls - before all this crap had happened. They had been driving around for a few minutes when Bosco's cell phone began ringing.
"Dammit!" he said as he fished the phone from his pocket. Faith looked over at him and he noticed her look as he opened the phone. As he pushed the button to answer the call, he told Faith, "I never called Trisha back."
"Boscorelli. Hi. Yeah. I'm sorry. Things just got a little crazy. No, I'm fine. Some car exploded around the corner from where I was when I was talking to you. One of our guys got hurt a little. What? No, she's fine," he said, looking over at Faith. "It was Ty Davis. He's okay, I guess. Just a concussion and some cuts," he told her.
Faith glanced over at her partner without him noticing and she saw the relaxed look on his face while he was talking to this girl. She smiled slightly and went back to her work, trying not to listen to his conversation, but not really being able to avoid it.
"No. Probably not. I'm not gonna be done here for a while. I gotta talk to the detectives about thi...," he said, stopping suddenly. He didn't want her to worry about him so he didn't want to give her too many details to make her suspicious.
"What? Well, because we were right around the corner when it happened. They want to know if we saw anything. Plus, I want to see if I can check up on Ty when I'm done, so it'll be really late. I'm sorry," he said to her and listened as she told him that she'd wait up for him.
"Are you sure, Trish?" he asked her. "Alright. I'll try not to be too late. No, I'm getting something to eat now with Faith. Okay. I'll tell her that you say 'hi,'" he said, looking over at Faith.
"Hey," Faith said loud enough for Trisha to hear her.
"Yeah, she wants to meet you too, I'm sure," Bosco said, laughing. "Yeah, we'll do it soon. Okay. Gotta go," he said. "Yeah, me too," he said quietly into the phone and Faith tried not to laugh as he hung up and put the phone away.
He looked over at her staring at him. "What?!" he said with mock irritation.
"Nothing. I'm hungry. Can we please go get something to eat now that you're done whispering sweet nothings into your girlfriend's ear," she said, acting irritated right back to him.
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TBC...
Chapter 4
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"So, do you have any idea who this Paul might be, Boscorelli?" asked the detective.
"No. I already told you. I can't think of anyone I know by the name of Paul," Bosco answered, swallowing down the last of his cold cup of coffee. Faith came back into the room and Bosco looked over at her for information.
"I talked to Sully. He's on his way back to the house," Faith said to everyone in the room.
"How's Ty?" Bosco asked her as he stood up to pace again.
"He's okay. Sully just dropped him and his Mom off at her house. The doctor wouldn't discharge him unless someone was gonna be with him," she told him. She noticed his tension had risen since she'd been out of the room. He hid it well, but she could always tell.
"Bos, he's gonna be okay. He's got a concussion and a some stitches, but he's gonna be okay," she reinforced to him. He nodded and continued to pace.
"Boscorelli, have you had any run-ins recently with any perps? Someone in your apartment building? In a store somewhere? Piss off some girl? Hell, did you flip anyone off in traffic?" asked the detective, grasping at any scenario to figure out who this 'Paul' might be.
Bosco shook his head. "No. Nothing. I can't think of anything like that happening," he said, as the coffee cup shattered in his hand. Everyone jumped at the sound, thinking that he must have cut his hand. Luckily, the cup was empty and he, surprisingly, didn't have a scratch. He bent over to pick up the pieces off the floor and threw them roughly into the garbage.
"Okay," Lieutenant Swersky broke in, sensing Bosco was at his breaking point and ready to lose his temper. He knew how upset Bosco was at someone else getting hurt by something meant for him. "Boscorelli, Yokas. Take your meal break, finish up any paperwork and get back on patrol. If you think of anything or we need you, we know where to find you." Bosco and Faith looked at each other. Bosco took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Okay, Lieu. Let's go, Bos," Faith said, putting a hand on his arm and turning him toward the door. The Lieutenant and the detective watched as they left.
"Lieutenant...," started the detective, but Swersky just shook his head and interrupted him.
"Look. I know my officers. I know that Boscorelli is more worried about Officer Davis right now, and anybody else that this jag-off might be targeting just for kicks. Let him get a meal, finish up his paperwork, and take a breath. Maybe if he gets to relax a little, he'll remember something."
"But...," started the detective again.
"No. That's it. I'll call you when he gets back in. Officer Sullivan should be here in a couple of minutes and you can talk to him about anything he might have noticed from the scene," the Lieutenant said, dismissing the detective and walking out of the room toward his office. He stopped in the hallway and looked on as Faith and Bosco were talking in the hallway. It was evident that Faith was trying to calm him down and get him more focused. If anyone could do it, he knew she could. He watched as the two partners grabbed their things, advised the desk sergeant they were heading back to patrol, and walked out of the house.
Lieutenant Swersky walked into his office to hear the phone ringing. "Lt. Swersky," he answered into the phone. He sat down at his desk and began answering questions for the Brass.
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Paul Richards watched from across the street in a darkened vehicle. He had a pair of binoculars and chuckled at the stress evident on Officer Maurice Boscorelli's face.
"What's the matter, Boscorelli? Can't remember who I am? Don't worry, it'll come to you, I'm sure," he said to himself as he watched Faith and Bosco get in the car and head down the street.
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Faith let Bosco drive because she knew it relaxed him. Besides, she was starting the paperwork from their earlier calls - before all this crap had happened. They had been driving around for a few minutes when Bosco's cell phone began ringing.
"Dammit!" he said as he fished the phone from his pocket. Faith looked over at him and he noticed her look as he opened the phone. As he pushed the button to answer the call, he told Faith, "I never called Trisha back."
"Boscorelli. Hi. Yeah. I'm sorry. Things just got a little crazy. No, I'm fine. Some car exploded around the corner from where I was when I was talking to you. One of our guys got hurt a little. What? No, she's fine," he said, looking over at Faith. "It was Ty Davis. He's okay, I guess. Just a concussion and some cuts," he told her.
Faith glanced over at her partner without him noticing and she saw the relaxed look on his face while he was talking to this girl. She smiled slightly and went back to her work, trying not to listen to his conversation, but not really being able to avoid it.
"No. Probably not. I'm not gonna be done here for a while. I gotta talk to the detectives about thi...," he said, stopping suddenly. He didn't want her to worry about him so he didn't want to give her too many details to make her suspicious.
"What? Well, because we were right around the corner when it happened. They want to know if we saw anything. Plus, I want to see if I can check up on Ty when I'm done, so it'll be really late. I'm sorry," he said to her and listened as she told him that she'd wait up for him.
"Are you sure, Trish?" he asked her. "Alright. I'll try not to be too late. No, I'm getting something to eat now with Faith. Okay. I'll tell her that you say 'hi,'" he said, looking over at Faith.
"Hey," Faith said loud enough for Trisha to hear her.
"Yeah, she wants to meet you too, I'm sure," Bosco said, laughing. "Yeah, we'll do it soon. Okay. Gotta go," he said. "Yeah, me too," he said quietly into the phone and Faith tried not to laugh as he hung up and put the phone away.
He looked over at her staring at him. "What?!" he said with mock irritation.
"Nothing. I'm hungry. Can we please go get something to eat now that you're done whispering sweet nothings into your girlfriend's ear," she said, acting irritated right back to him.
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TBC...