Revenge
Chapter 14
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"I want to try it, Lieu," Bosco said, urging his boss to agree to his idea. "I don't want anyone else getting hurt because of me."
"I don't like it. It could send this guy over the edge. Whoever he goes after next might not be as lucky as your brother," Lieutenant Swersky threw out for Bosco to think about.
"I think he's already over the edge, Lieu. I don't think he'll come after anyone but me. I'll make sure of it - I won't have anyone else around me. He won't be able to resist," Bosco continued to try to convince him.
"That's the part right there that I don't like," Swersky said, looking straight at Bosco.
"I want to do this, Lieu. I can't stand this waiting around," Bosco said, looking straight back. "I can't just wait for him to attack my mother or... someone else."
Everyone was quiet for a moment, looking around at each other. Lieutenant Swersky paced a few steps and finally turned back to Bosco and the detectives. "Okay. BUT, I want you to make sure he's covered completely. I don't want any mistakes."
"We'll do everything we can, Lieutenant," replied the lead detective on the case.
"I'm late for a meeting with the Chief," Swersky said, gathering up a folder from his desk and walking around it toward the door. "Keep me posted on when this is going down. I want to be in the House. No hero stuff, Boscorelli. That's an order. I don't want to have to call your mother," he said, walking through the door and down the hallway.
The detectives looked at Bosco. "He loves me like a son," he joked with them matter-of-factly.
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"What's going on with this Boscorelli situation?" asked the Chief.
"He's working with the detectives and Anti Crime. They're gonna set up a scenario to lure him out," the Lieutenant explained.
The Chief thought for a moment and then looked at the Lieutenant, sensing his feelings. "But I can tell you aren't comfortable with the idea."
The Lieutenant shrugged. "I guess I'm okay with it - as much as I can be when any of my officers are in danger. He's all for it. First, his partner's kids were terrorized and now his brother was attacked by this guy. He's had enough waiting around. He wants to deal with this guy himself. But, I know he'll follow procedure."
"This Boscorelli. He's had problems before if I recall," the Chief brought up.
Swersky nodded. "Yes, he has. But, he's a changed person. I've seen it over the last year or so. He's finally got his head on straight. He's a good cop," the Lieutenant said with pride.
They'd gotten close over the last year. He thought back to that day in roll call. He'd sensed that Bosco was at the end of his grip. After Cruz and his short-term break-up with his partner, he'd seen it in his eyes. He finished giving out the information in roll call. Everyone broke apart to hit the streets and he just happened to make eye contact and he saw it. The same look that his first partner had - about six months before he ate his own gun. He didn't know what to do all those years ago, but he'd made a vow to himself not to let it happen to Boscorelli. He talked to people and finally he'd been able to break through his barrier with the help of Faith Yokas.
He just began seeing the look he'd seen before all the stuff had happened. And now this.
"Lieutenant?" the Chief said, breaking into his thoughts. "Are we done then?"
"Yes, Sir. I'll get on this new procedure right away and make sure all the shifts are aware of it," Swersky said, saluting his superior officer before leaving the office.
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Another uneventful shift. Uneventful and lonely. He hated riding around by himself. He couldn't wait to catch this guy and work with Faith again. Tomorrow would be the day that the reporter would do a ride-a-long with him. They'd put the teaser on tonight's news - "Tune in tomorrow when Kelly Peters will ride-a-long with one of NYPD's finest - Officer Maurice Boscorelli. Find out how these every day heroes deal with the perils of the street and beyond. You see, Officer Boscorelli is a hunted man - hunted by someone in his past. Tune in tomorrow to get the details."
Now, he sat at Haggerty's, sipping a beer as he tried to unwind from his shift and the possibility of an attack out of nowhere. He turned quickly, grabbing the wrist attached to the hand that just landed on his shoulder a he rose up off the bar stool, ready to defend himself.
"Ouch!" Trisha yelled. He released her wrist and drew in a sharp breath.
"I'm sorry! Are you alright?" he asked, gently taking her arm and checking her wrist as the red mark appeared.
"What the hell was that all about?!" Trisha said angrily.
"I'm sorry. I thought. I'm sorry. Are you okay? What are you doing here?" he asked.
"No. I'm sorry. I forgot all about that. I never should have snuck up on you like that. I just missed you and I thought that maybe you'd stop in here after work. I wanted to see how you were doing," she said apologetically.
He pulled her in and gave her a hug. "No. I'm sorry. I just,... You surprised me is all," he said, releasing her. "I missed you too. You want a drink?" he asked, looking around to see if it appeared anyone was watching them.
"Sure. Captain Morgan and coke, please," she told the bartender. Bosco indicated that he was okay with the beer he had. The bartender brought her drink and after throwing some money onto the bar, Bosco led her over to a table in the corner that had just opened up.
She started to sit down, but he quickly took her by the waist and moved her to the other side of the table so that he could have his back to the wall and face anyone coming toward them. He felt the holster on his right hip that held his off duty gun. He didn't like wearing it when he was in a bar - too many drunks could lose control and start a fight. All he'd need would be to have one of them see the gun and try to take it and shoot him with it. But, these days he felt safer with it than without it.
"You look terrible," Trisha said to him, putting a hand on the side of his face. He felt the warmth of her hand and it relaxed him a little.
"Thanks a lot," he said with a smile looking into her eyes. "I really have missed you," he said again.
"Why don't we do something to rectify that?" she said to him, lowering her hand and taking hold of his on the table.
"Mmmm. I'd like nothing more. But, I can't," he said, trailing off.
"I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. We'll just make sure that we're not followed. It will be like an adventure," she said, with a look of excitement in her eyes.
Bosco smiled. "No. I can't take the chance. This jag-off attacked Mikey last night," he told her.
"Oh my God! Is he okay?" she asked, suddenly concerned.
"Yeah. A concussion and some stitches in his head. This 'Paul" sent me a sympathy card on my loss day before yesterday. He was going to kill him, but he must have been in my Ma's bar and heard that it was her birthday next week. Left her a $100 tip. Anyway, he left there and followed Mikey to work. He ended up just beating him up. He left a note on him that said he just couldn't bear killing my mother's son right before her birthday," he told her.
"Jesus," she said in shock.
"So, you see. I can't take that chance. Not with someone that I love," he said, looking her in the eye. Her breath caught at his words and then she smiled.
"But, you need to get some sleep or you won't be able to fight back against this guy," she said, concerned.
"I'll be okay. Hopefully, it'll all be over with tomorrow. You'll have to watch the news tonight and tomorrow," he said and then filled her in.
"I don't like it, Maurice. I'm afraid for you," she said anxiously.
"I'll be fine. This 'Paul" is the one who should be worried. I promise, I'll be fine," he assured her, seeing the worry and disbelieve in her eyes.
"Look. I need to get home and get some sleep, but I want to make sure you get home first," he said as he stood up and looked around again. She stood also. "I'll get you a cab and I want you to go straight home. When you get home, I want you to call me," he told her.
"Promise me, you'll be careful," she said.
"It'll all be over soon and then we can pick up this conversation where we left off," he said, leaning over and kissing her. He walked her to the door and out.
He hailed a cab for her and when she was safely away, he looked around and headed to his car, checking to make sure his cell phone was turned on.
He'd just put the key into the door of his car when he felt himself being pulled off balance. He fell to the ground alongside his car and his surprise was replaced by pain as he was struck from under the car with some kind of a metal pipe. He fought for a moment to right himself, but lost out to the blackness that took him over.
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TBC...
Chapter 14
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"I want to try it, Lieu," Bosco said, urging his boss to agree to his idea. "I don't want anyone else getting hurt because of me."
"I don't like it. It could send this guy over the edge. Whoever he goes after next might not be as lucky as your brother," Lieutenant Swersky threw out for Bosco to think about.
"I think he's already over the edge, Lieu. I don't think he'll come after anyone but me. I'll make sure of it - I won't have anyone else around me. He won't be able to resist," Bosco continued to try to convince him.
"That's the part right there that I don't like," Swersky said, looking straight at Bosco.
"I want to do this, Lieu. I can't stand this waiting around," Bosco said, looking straight back. "I can't just wait for him to attack my mother or... someone else."
Everyone was quiet for a moment, looking around at each other. Lieutenant Swersky paced a few steps and finally turned back to Bosco and the detectives. "Okay. BUT, I want you to make sure he's covered completely. I don't want any mistakes."
"We'll do everything we can, Lieutenant," replied the lead detective on the case.
"I'm late for a meeting with the Chief," Swersky said, gathering up a folder from his desk and walking around it toward the door. "Keep me posted on when this is going down. I want to be in the House. No hero stuff, Boscorelli. That's an order. I don't want to have to call your mother," he said, walking through the door and down the hallway.
The detectives looked at Bosco. "He loves me like a son," he joked with them matter-of-factly.
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"What's going on with this Boscorelli situation?" asked the Chief.
"He's working with the detectives and Anti Crime. They're gonna set up a scenario to lure him out," the Lieutenant explained.
The Chief thought for a moment and then looked at the Lieutenant, sensing his feelings. "But I can tell you aren't comfortable with the idea."
The Lieutenant shrugged. "I guess I'm okay with it - as much as I can be when any of my officers are in danger. He's all for it. First, his partner's kids were terrorized and now his brother was attacked by this guy. He's had enough waiting around. He wants to deal with this guy himself. But, I know he'll follow procedure."
"This Boscorelli. He's had problems before if I recall," the Chief brought up.
Swersky nodded. "Yes, he has. But, he's a changed person. I've seen it over the last year or so. He's finally got his head on straight. He's a good cop," the Lieutenant said with pride.
They'd gotten close over the last year. He thought back to that day in roll call. He'd sensed that Bosco was at the end of his grip. After Cruz and his short-term break-up with his partner, he'd seen it in his eyes. He finished giving out the information in roll call. Everyone broke apart to hit the streets and he just happened to make eye contact and he saw it. The same look that his first partner had - about six months before he ate his own gun. He didn't know what to do all those years ago, but he'd made a vow to himself not to let it happen to Boscorelli. He talked to people and finally he'd been able to break through his barrier with the help of Faith Yokas.
He just began seeing the look he'd seen before all the stuff had happened. And now this.
"Lieutenant?" the Chief said, breaking into his thoughts. "Are we done then?"
"Yes, Sir. I'll get on this new procedure right away and make sure all the shifts are aware of it," Swersky said, saluting his superior officer before leaving the office.
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Another uneventful shift. Uneventful and lonely. He hated riding around by himself. He couldn't wait to catch this guy and work with Faith again. Tomorrow would be the day that the reporter would do a ride-a-long with him. They'd put the teaser on tonight's news - "Tune in tomorrow when Kelly Peters will ride-a-long with one of NYPD's finest - Officer Maurice Boscorelli. Find out how these every day heroes deal with the perils of the street and beyond. You see, Officer Boscorelli is a hunted man - hunted by someone in his past. Tune in tomorrow to get the details."
Now, he sat at Haggerty's, sipping a beer as he tried to unwind from his shift and the possibility of an attack out of nowhere. He turned quickly, grabbing the wrist attached to the hand that just landed on his shoulder a he rose up off the bar stool, ready to defend himself.
"Ouch!" Trisha yelled. He released her wrist and drew in a sharp breath.
"I'm sorry! Are you alright?" he asked, gently taking her arm and checking her wrist as the red mark appeared.
"What the hell was that all about?!" Trisha said angrily.
"I'm sorry. I thought. I'm sorry. Are you okay? What are you doing here?" he asked.
"No. I'm sorry. I forgot all about that. I never should have snuck up on you like that. I just missed you and I thought that maybe you'd stop in here after work. I wanted to see how you were doing," she said apologetically.
He pulled her in and gave her a hug. "No. I'm sorry. I just,... You surprised me is all," he said, releasing her. "I missed you too. You want a drink?" he asked, looking around to see if it appeared anyone was watching them.
"Sure. Captain Morgan and coke, please," she told the bartender. Bosco indicated that he was okay with the beer he had. The bartender brought her drink and after throwing some money onto the bar, Bosco led her over to a table in the corner that had just opened up.
She started to sit down, but he quickly took her by the waist and moved her to the other side of the table so that he could have his back to the wall and face anyone coming toward them. He felt the holster on his right hip that held his off duty gun. He didn't like wearing it when he was in a bar - too many drunks could lose control and start a fight. All he'd need would be to have one of them see the gun and try to take it and shoot him with it. But, these days he felt safer with it than without it.
"You look terrible," Trisha said to him, putting a hand on the side of his face. He felt the warmth of her hand and it relaxed him a little.
"Thanks a lot," he said with a smile looking into her eyes. "I really have missed you," he said again.
"Why don't we do something to rectify that?" she said to him, lowering her hand and taking hold of his on the table.
"Mmmm. I'd like nothing more. But, I can't," he said, trailing off.
"I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. We'll just make sure that we're not followed. It will be like an adventure," she said, with a look of excitement in her eyes.
Bosco smiled. "No. I can't take the chance. This jag-off attacked Mikey last night," he told her.
"Oh my God! Is he okay?" she asked, suddenly concerned.
"Yeah. A concussion and some stitches in his head. This 'Paul" sent me a sympathy card on my loss day before yesterday. He was going to kill him, but he must have been in my Ma's bar and heard that it was her birthday next week. Left her a $100 tip. Anyway, he left there and followed Mikey to work. He ended up just beating him up. He left a note on him that said he just couldn't bear killing my mother's son right before her birthday," he told her.
"Jesus," she said in shock.
"So, you see. I can't take that chance. Not with someone that I love," he said, looking her in the eye. Her breath caught at his words and then she smiled.
"But, you need to get some sleep or you won't be able to fight back against this guy," she said, concerned.
"I'll be okay. Hopefully, it'll all be over with tomorrow. You'll have to watch the news tonight and tomorrow," he said and then filled her in.
"I don't like it, Maurice. I'm afraid for you," she said anxiously.
"I'll be fine. This 'Paul" is the one who should be worried. I promise, I'll be fine," he assured her, seeing the worry and disbelieve in her eyes.
"Look. I need to get home and get some sleep, but I want to make sure you get home first," he said as he stood up and looked around again. She stood also. "I'll get you a cab and I want you to go straight home. When you get home, I want you to call me," he told her.
"Promise me, you'll be careful," she said.
"It'll all be over soon and then we can pick up this conversation where we left off," he said, leaning over and kissing her. He walked her to the door and out.
He hailed a cab for her and when she was safely away, he looked around and headed to his car, checking to make sure his cell phone was turned on.
He'd just put the key into the door of his car when he felt himself being pulled off balance. He fell to the ground alongside his car and his surprise was replaced by pain as he was struck from under the car with some kind of a metal pipe. He fought for a moment to right himself, but lost out to the blackness that took him over.
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TBC...