Revenge
Chapter 5
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Bosco got off the elevator and headed toward Trisha's apartment. It was late - past 2:00 a.m. - and he wasn't sure he should come over this late. She'd said she would wait up, but he didn't think he'd be this late. After he'd finished his shift and talked to the detectives again, it had been too late to try and go see Ty. He went out to Haggerty's with a couple of the guys just to have a drink and take the edge off before he went to see Trisha. He didn't want to tip her off that something was wrong and he knew if he went over there right after work, as tense as he was about the day's events, she'd know something was up.
So, he had a drink and wondered whether he should call her to see if she was still awake. He didn't want to wake her up, but he didn't want to be alone tonight either. So, he'd decided to use the key she'd given him just that morning. He drove over to her apartment building and locked up his car. He looked around - he'd been doing that a lot since he'd received the note from "Paul." He headed up the stairs and into the building.
And now, here he was outside of her apartment, key in hand, not sure if he should go in or not. He'd been standing there for about five minutes debating it when his cell phone rang. He grabbed it quickly so as not to disturb anyone along the hallway.
"Boscorelli," he said quietly into the phone and was greeted with a familiar voice.
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Trisha watched him pull up in front of her building. She was starting to get worried, but she knew he said he'd be late. She didn't want to seem too pushy, but she sensed something in his voice earlier and was worried. She watched him as he looked over his shoulder and until he got close enough to the building and she couldn't see him anymore and waited for him to open the door. He didn't and then she started to worry that he'd gotten mugged in the hallway somewhere. She went over to the door and looked through the peephole and saw him standing there. He was looking at his watch, as if he wasn't sure if it was too late or not.
She picked up her phone and dialed his number, watching him try to answer it quickly through the door. He answered the phone and she didn't make a sound right away.
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"Boscorelli," he repeated into the phone, turning to look over his shoulder.
"Are you going to stand out there all night, or are you going to come in here? My nosy neighbor is probably ready to call the cops about now - she doesn't miss a thing," Trisha said to him in a light tone of voice.
He smiled and said, "I wasn't sure you'd still be up."
"I told you I'd wait. I'm a woman of my word," she said, opening the door for him. He hung up his phone and stepped inside, thinking how great it was to have someone waiting for him on the other side of the door when he came home from work.
"Hey," he said simply, pushing the door closed with his foot and she stepped into him and he embraced her.
"Hey yourself. I missed you today," she said, walking him over to the couch. "Hungry?" she asked him and he shook his head as he sat down and let out a long sigh, some of the tension easing.
"Nah. Faith and I ate dinner. I'm just beat," he said, leaning his head back on the couch and closing his eyes.
"Poor Baby," Trisha said. "Everything okay?" she asked, trying not to pry.
"Yeah, just a long shift," he answered.
"How's your friend, Ty?" she asked him as she massaged his tense shoulders and felt him begin to relax.
"Okay, I guess. He's got a concussion. I didn't get over to see him because the detectives kept me and Faith a long time," he said, not realizing she'd pick up on that.
"Why?" she asked him as she stopped massaging his shoulders.
"Why what?" he said in return.
"Why did you have to talk to the detectives for so long? You weren't even there when the car exploded, right?"
"Right. It's just standard stuff, Trish. It was one of our guys. We all want to get the guy that hurt one of our guys," he said, trying to minimize it for her.
"Oh. You mean if it was just me that got blown up, you all wouldn't try as hard?" she teased him and was startled as he sat up quickly.
"Don't say that," he said abruptly. "Nothing's gonna happen to you," he said, realizing that he'd startled her a little. "Sorry," he said. "I'm just beat. Maybe I should just head home and start fresh tomorrow."
"Why don't you just stay here," she offered. "I don't think I want you driving while you're this tired," she added, holding out a hand to help him up off the couch.
"I'm really beat. I won't be great company," he warned her.
"Look, you're warm, right?" she asked him and he nodded. "So I don't want small talk, just keep me warm."
He took her hand and stood up. They faced each other, very closely. Bosco put his right hand on the left side of her neck and traced her jawline with his thumb. He leaned in and kissed her and was rewarded with a return of the kiss. "Thanks," he said as they broke the kiss.
"C'mon. I'll tuck you in," Trisha said and they walked to the bedroom. They got into bed and he was asleep before his head hit the pillow. She just watched him sleep for a short time and listened the soothing rhythm of his breathing. She curled up next to him and fell asleep to that sound.
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Paul Richards sat in his apartment and re-played the tape from the 6:00 news. It showed the remains of the burned out car, the firefighters doing some final clean-up. There were cops all over the scene and he smiled again as he caught sight of Boscorelli in the background talking to one of his superiors.
He thought about it, and wished he'd been a fly on the wall when Boscorelli opened the letter up back at the precinct. He wondered if he'd made him nervous or if he'd remember him yet.
He picked up the picture that sat on the table alongside him and looked at it for a moment. He put the picture down and re-wound the tape to play it again.
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TBC...
Chapter 5
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Bosco got off the elevator and headed toward Trisha's apartment. It was late - past 2:00 a.m. - and he wasn't sure he should come over this late. She'd said she would wait up, but he didn't think he'd be this late. After he'd finished his shift and talked to the detectives again, it had been too late to try and go see Ty. He went out to Haggerty's with a couple of the guys just to have a drink and take the edge off before he went to see Trisha. He didn't want to tip her off that something was wrong and he knew if he went over there right after work, as tense as he was about the day's events, she'd know something was up.
So, he had a drink and wondered whether he should call her to see if she was still awake. He didn't want to wake her up, but he didn't want to be alone tonight either. So, he'd decided to use the key she'd given him just that morning. He drove over to her apartment building and locked up his car. He looked around - he'd been doing that a lot since he'd received the note from "Paul." He headed up the stairs and into the building.
And now, here he was outside of her apartment, key in hand, not sure if he should go in or not. He'd been standing there for about five minutes debating it when his cell phone rang. He grabbed it quickly so as not to disturb anyone along the hallway.
"Boscorelli," he said quietly into the phone and was greeted with a familiar voice.
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Trisha watched him pull up in front of her building. She was starting to get worried, but she knew he said he'd be late. She didn't want to seem too pushy, but she sensed something in his voice earlier and was worried. She watched him as he looked over his shoulder and until he got close enough to the building and she couldn't see him anymore and waited for him to open the door. He didn't and then she started to worry that he'd gotten mugged in the hallway somewhere. She went over to the door and looked through the peephole and saw him standing there. He was looking at his watch, as if he wasn't sure if it was too late or not.
She picked up her phone and dialed his number, watching him try to answer it quickly through the door. He answered the phone and she didn't make a sound right away.
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"Boscorelli," he repeated into the phone, turning to look over his shoulder.
"Are you going to stand out there all night, or are you going to come in here? My nosy neighbor is probably ready to call the cops about now - she doesn't miss a thing," Trisha said to him in a light tone of voice.
He smiled and said, "I wasn't sure you'd still be up."
"I told you I'd wait. I'm a woman of my word," she said, opening the door for him. He hung up his phone and stepped inside, thinking how great it was to have someone waiting for him on the other side of the door when he came home from work.
"Hey," he said simply, pushing the door closed with his foot and she stepped into him and he embraced her.
"Hey yourself. I missed you today," she said, walking him over to the couch. "Hungry?" she asked him and he shook his head as he sat down and let out a long sigh, some of the tension easing.
"Nah. Faith and I ate dinner. I'm just beat," he said, leaning his head back on the couch and closing his eyes.
"Poor Baby," Trisha said. "Everything okay?" she asked, trying not to pry.
"Yeah, just a long shift," he answered.
"How's your friend, Ty?" she asked him as she massaged his tense shoulders and felt him begin to relax.
"Okay, I guess. He's got a concussion. I didn't get over to see him because the detectives kept me and Faith a long time," he said, not realizing she'd pick up on that.
"Why?" she asked him as she stopped massaging his shoulders.
"Why what?" he said in return.
"Why did you have to talk to the detectives for so long? You weren't even there when the car exploded, right?"
"Right. It's just standard stuff, Trish. It was one of our guys. We all want to get the guy that hurt one of our guys," he said, trying to minimize it for her.
"Oh. You mean if it was just me that got blown up, you all wouldn't try as hard?" she teased him and was startled as he sat up quickly.
"Don't say that," he said abruptly. "Nothing's gonna happen to you," he said, realizing that he'd startled her a little. "Sorry," he said. "I'm just beat. Maybe I should just head home and start fresh tomorrow."
"Why don't you just stay here," she offered. "I don't think I want you driving while you're this tired," she added, holding out a hand to help him up off the couch.
"I'm really beat. I won't be great company," he warned her.
"Look, you're warm, right?" she asked him and he nodded. "So I don't want small talk, just keep me warm."
He took her hand and stood up. They faced each other, very closely. Bosco put his right hand on the left side of her neck and traced her jawline with his thumb. He leaned in and kissed her and was rewarded with a return of the kiss. "Thanks," he said as they broke the kiss.
"C'mon. I'll tuck you in," Trisha said and they walked to the bedroom. They got into bed and he was asleep before his head hit the pillow. She just watched him sleep for a short time and listened the soothing rhythm of his breathing. She curled up next to him and fell asleep to that sound.
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Paul Richards sat in his apartment and re-played the tape from the 6:00 news. It showed the remains of the burned out car, the firefighters doing some final clean-up. There were cops all over the scene and he smiled again as he caught sight of Boscorelli in the background talking to one of his superiors.
He thought about it, and wished he'd been a fly on the wall when Boscorelli opened the letter up back at the precinct. He wondered if he'd made him nervous or if he'd remember him yet.
He picked up the picture that sat on the table alongside him and looked at it for a moment. He put the picture down and re-wound the tape to play it again.
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TBC...