Revenge
Chapter 15
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Paul Richards crawled out from under Bosco's car and stayed in a crouched position alongside an unconscious Bosco. He grabbed the keys that had fallen to the ground and opened the door. Flipping the front seat forward, he grabbed Bosco under the arms and folded him into the floor area of the backseat.
Still slightly crouched, he climbed into the car and drove away, not turning he headlights on until he was two streets away. He didn't notice that Bosco's cell phone had fallen out of his jacket pocket and lay on the sidewalk.
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Officer Christopher Scott and his girlfriend walked out of Haggerty's about 45 minutes after Bosco had been taken away by Paul Richards. He was walking his girlfriend to her apartment which just happened to be down the street from the bar. As they reached the area where Bosco's car had been parked, their conversation was interrupted by the faint sound of a cell phone ringing.
Chris grabbed his phone out of his pocket, wondering who could be calling him at 2:30 in the morning since his girlfriend was with him. After pulling out his phone, he realized that it wasn't his.
"Is that your phone ringing, Pam?" he asked his girlfriend.
"No. I have the funny ring on mine, remember?" she replied. As Chris and Pam looked around, the ringing stopped. Chris looked into the dark alley to see if he could see anyone in the ally.
"Hey! Is anyone down there?" he called. There was no answer.
"Maybe it was someone walking down the alley and they reached the other end," his girlfriend suggested.
"Probably," he said, trying to ignore his 'cop sense of danger.' "So, where were we?" he asked the girl as they started to walk away again, their arms around each other. They'd taken about five steps when the ringing started again.
Chris turned and followed the ring this time and saw the phone lying on the street, up against the curb. He picked it up and opened it.
"Hello?" he said into the phone.
"Who is this?" came the woman's voice on the other end.
"This is Patrolman Christopher Scott, NYPD," he answered.
"Oh, Officer Scott. Could you please get Bosco for me?" she requested, thinking that Bosco may have left his phone on the table while he went to the men's room or something at Haggerty's.
"Um, Ma'am, I found this phone lying in the road, ringing. Who are you looking for?" Chris asked the woman.
"I'm looking for Officer Maurice Boscorelli. He's with the 55th Precinct. This is his phone that you found," Trisha told him, getting concerned.
"Well, he must have dropped his phone. But, I'll definitely drop the phone by the 55th on my way home. He can pick it up there," Chris offered.
"No, you don't understand. You need to look around for him. Do you see his blue mustang anywhere there? It was parked near the alley to the left of Haggerty's," she said, more concern evident in her voice.
"No, ma'am, its not, but I'm standing right in that spot and that's where I found his phone. I'm sure he doesn't even realize he's lost it," Chris said, trying to calm the woman and having no idea of the danger that Bosco had been in for the past several days.
"No. You need to call the police. He's been in danger and he's not answering at home. Please, just stay there and I'll call his Lieutenant. They're going to want to talk to you. Please just stay there okay?" Trisha pleaded.
"Okay, okay. I'll wait right here. You say he's in danger, what kind of danger?" Chris asked, turning to look back down in the alley. "Do you have a flashlight at home?" he whispered to his date. She nodded yes and told him she'd go get it for him.
"No. I need to call his Lieutenant. Just please stay there," Trisha pleaded.
"I'm not going anywhere, ma'am," Chris said as the line went dead and he waited for his girlfriend to return with a flashlight. When she'd returned, he handed the phone to her and told her to go over and stand near the front of Haggerty's to be safer. He turned on the light and headed into the alley to see if he saw anyone hurt or worse.
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"55th Precinct, Sergeant Fulsom," came the voice when Trisha called.
"My name is Trisha Miller and I'm a friend of Maurice Boscorelli. I was supposed to call him on his cell phone when I got home and when I did someone else answered his phone. Look, I don't know if you know what's been happening with him, but I need someone to get over to Haggerty's," she said too fast.
"Whoa. Hold up, Ma'am. I know who Maurice Boscorelli is and I know what's been going on. Now, please slow down and start again," Sergeant Fulsom told her in a calm voice in an attempt to calm her down.
"Sorry. I was with Maurice at Haggerty's bar. I got in a cab to go home and he told me to call him on his cell phone so that he'd know I got home okay," she started again and then the speed of her conversation started to pick up again.
"Okay, Ms. Miller is it?"
"Yes," she answered, calming again.
"Okay, stay calm and go on," said the officer, covering the mouthpiece and telling one of the other officers walking by the desk to get a detective downstairs and to call Lieutenant Swersky at home right away.
"Okay. Anyway, I got home and I called his cell phone. No one answered the first few times so I tried his apartment and got no answer there either. I called his cell phone again and someone else answered it - an Officer Christopher Scott he said his name was. He said he found the phone lying in the road outside of Haggerty's and answered it when it rang. He said that Maurice wasn't around anywhere and I asked him to see if his car was still parked outside. He said it wasn't. I'm really worried," she said finishing.
"Okay. We've got units on the way to Haggerty's and Bosco's apartment. Do you know if Officer Scott still at Haggerty's?" the Sergeant asked as one of the detectives came down from their offices upstairs. The other officer was getting Lieutenant Swersky on the phone.
"Yes. I asked him to stay there and wait and he said that he would. Someone needs to tell his Lieutenant," Trisha suggested.
"I'm already calling him and I have the detectives here with me as well. I need to get some more information from you though, ma'am," he said. "Hold on the line for just a moment while I fill in the Lieutenant, okay?"
"Yes, okay," Trisha said, the knot in her stomach tightening. While she was on hold, she grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and tried dialing Bosco's house again.
"Maurice, it's Trisha. Please call me as soon as you get this message. I'm really worried about you," she said, leaving a message on his answering machine.
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"Lieutenant, this is Sergeant Fulsom. I've got a woman on the phone that says she's a friend of Boscorelli and that he's missing. An off-duty found his cell phone in the road outside of Haggerty's. We've got units on the way there now and I'm just about to fill in the detectives," Fulsom advised.
"I'm on my way in. I want every available person on this right now," the Lieutenant said.
"Yes, Sir," replied Fulsom.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," Swersky said, hanging up the phone. "Dammit," he muttered under his breath, trying not to wake up his wife as he dressed and left for the precinct.
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Paul Richards was driving around. He hadn't really been ready for this opportunity to present itself. He was looking through the window of Bosco's car and watching Bosco from a safe distance when he saw him come out of the bar with a girl. He ducked under the car to hide, grabbing a piece of metal pipe that was laying on the sidewalk near the alleyway.
It had been a spur of the moment decision to take him now, but he wasn't really ready. He heard a soft moan from the backseat of the car and reached over to grab the metal pipe again in case he needed it. But, the noise stopped and he continued to drive.
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Bosco briefly came-to for a moment. He felt the motion of the car and tried to move. The attempt at moving made his head feel like it was going to explode and a wave of dizziness and nausea attacked him. He felt the blackness overtake him again.
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TBC...
Chapter 15
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Paul Richards crawled out from under Bosco's car and stayed in a crouched position alongside an unconscious Bosco. He grabbed the keys that had fallen to the ground and opened the door. Flipping the front seat forward, he grabbed Bosco under the arms and folded him into the floor area of the backseat.
Still slightly crouched, he climbed into the car and drove away, not turning he headlights on until he was two streets away. He didn't notice that Bosco's cell phone had fallen out of his jacket pocket and lay on the sidewalk.
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Officer Christopher Scott and his girlfriend walked out of Haggerty's about 45 minutes after Bosco had been taken away by Paul Richards. He was walking his girlfriend to her apartment which just happened to be down the street from the bar. As they reached the area where Bosco's car had been parked, their conversation was interrupted by the faint sound of a cell phone ringing.
Chris grabbed his phone out of his pocket, wondering who could be calling him at 2:30 in the morning since his girlfriend was with him. After pulling out his phone, he realized that it wasn't his.
"Is that your phone ringing, Pam?" he asked his girlfriend.
"No. I have the funny ring on mine, remember?" she replied. As Chris and Pam looked around, the ringing stopped. Chris looked into the dark alley to see if he could see anyone in the ally.
"Hey! Is anyone down there?" he called. There was no answer.
"Maybe it was someone walking down the alley and they reached the other end," his girlfriend suggested.
"Probably," he said, trying to ignore his 'cop sense of danger.' "So, where were we?" he asked the girl as they started to walk away again, their arms around each other. They'd taken about five steps when the ringing started again.
Chris turned and followed the ring this time and saw the phone lying on the street, up against the curb. He picked it up and opened it.
"Hello?" he said into the phone.
"Who is this?" came the woman's voice on the other end.
"This is Patrolman Christopher Scott, NYPD," he answered.
"Oh, Officer Scott. Could you please get Bosco for me?" she requested, thinking that Bosco may have left his phone on the table while he went to the men's room or something at Haggerty's.
"Um, Ma'am, I found this phone lying in the road, ringing. Who are you looking for?" Chris asked the woman.
"I'm looking for Officer Maurice Boscorelli. He's with the 55th Precinct. This is his phone that you found," Trisha told him, getting concerned.
"Well, he must have dropped his phone. But, I'll definitely drop the phone by the 55th on my way home. He can pick it up there," Chris offered.
"No, you don't understand. You need to look around for him. Do you see his blue mustang anywhere there? It was parked near the alley to the left of Haggerty's," she said, more concern evident in her voice.
"No, ma'am, its not, but I'm standing right in that spot and that's where I found his phone. I'm sure he doesn't even realize he's lost it," Chris said, trying to calm the woman and having no idea of the danger that Bosco had been in for the past several days.
"No. You need to call the police. He's been in danger and he's not answering at home. Please, just stay there and I'll call his Lieutenant. They're going to want to talk to you. Please just stay there okay?" Trisha pleaded.
"Okay, okay. I'll wait right here. You say he's in danger, what kind of danger?" Chris asked, turning to look back down in the alley. "Do you have a flashlight at home?" he whispered to his date. She nodded yes and told him she'd go get it for him.
"No. I need to call his Lieutenant. Just please stay there," Trisha pleaded.
"I'm not going anywhere, ma'am," Chris said as the line went dead and he waited for his girlfriend to return with a flashlight. When she'd returned, he handed the phone to her and told her to go over and stand near the front of Haggerty's to be safer. He turned on the light and headed into the alley to see if he saw anyone hurt or worse.
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"55th Precinct, Sergeant Fulsom," came the voice when Trisha called.
"My name is Trisha Miller and I'm a friend of Maurice Boscorelli. I was supposed to call him on his cell phone when I got home and when I did someone else answered his phone. Look, I don't know if you know what's been happening with him, but I need someone to get over to Haggerty's," she said too fast.
"Whoa. Hold up, Ma'am. I know who Maurice Boscorelli is and I know what's been going on. Now, please slow down and start again," Sergeant Fulsom told her in a calm voice in an attempt to calm her down.
"Sorry. I was with Maurice at Haggerty's bar. I got in a cab to go home and he told me to call him on his cell phone so that he'd know I got home okay," she started again and then the speed of her conversation started to pick up again.
"Okay, Ms. Miller is it?"
"Yes," she answered, calming again.
"Okay, stay calm and go on," said the officer, covering the mouthpiece and telling one of the other officers walking by the desk to get a detective downstairs and to call Lieutenant Swersky at home right away.
"Okay. Anyway, I got home and I called his cell phone. No one answered the first few times so I tried his apartment and got no answer there either. I called his cell phone again and someone else answered it - an Officer Christopher Scott he said his name was. He said he found the phone lying in the road outside of Haggerty's and answered it when it rang. He said that Maurice wasn't around anywhere and I asked him to see if his car was still parked outside. He said it wasn't. I'm really worried," she said finishing.
"Okay. We've got units on the way to Haggerty's and Bosco's apartment. Do you know if Officer Scott still at Haggerty's?" the Sergeant asked as one of the detectives came down from their offices upstairs. The other officer was getting Lieutenant Swersky on the phone.
"Yes. I asked him to stay there and wait and he said that he would. Someone needs to tell his Lieutenant," Trisha suggested.
"I'm already calling him and I have the detectives here with me as well. I need to get some more information from you though, ma'am," he said. "Hold on the line for just a moment while I fill in the Lieutenant, okay?"
"Yes, okay," Trisha said, the knot in her stomach tightening. While she was on hold, she grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and tried dialing Bosco's house again.
"Maurice, it's Trisha. Please call me as soon as you get this message. I'm really worried about you," she said, leaving a message on his answering machine.
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"Lieutenant, this is Sergeant Fulsom. I've got a woman on the phone that says she's a friend of Boscorelli and that he's missing. An off-duty found his cell phone in the road outside of Haggerty's. We've got units on the way there now and I'm just about to fill in the detectives," Fulsom advised.
"I'm on my way in. I want every available person on this right now," the Lieutenant said.
"Yes, Sir," replied Fulsom.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," Swersky said, hanging up the phone. "Dammit," he muttered under his breath, trying not to wake up his wife as he dressed and left for the precinct.
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Paul Richards was driving around. He hadn't really been ready for this opportunity to present itself. He was looking through the window of Bosco's car and watching Bosco from a safe distance when he saw him come out of the bar with a girl. He ducked under the car to hide, grabbing a piece of metal pipe that was laying on the sidewalk near the alleyway.
It had been a spur of the moment decision to take him now, but he wasn't really ready. He heard a soft moan from the backseat of the car and reached over to grab the metal pipe again in case he needed it. But, the noise stopped and he continued to drive.
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Bosco briefly came-to for a moment. He felt the motion of the car and tried to move. The attempt at moving made his head feel like it was going to explode and a wave of dizziness and nausea attacked him. He felt the blackness overtake him again.
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TBC...