Revenge
Chapter 17
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"Lieu?" Faith said as she walked into the station and found him at the desk. "Anything?" she asked as he turned toward her.
Immediately news cameras were on her and a bright light was shining on her. "Are you Officer Boscorelli's partner? What do you think happened? Do you think he's still alive, Officer Yokas?" Kelly Peters and others clamored after her.
"Swanson! I want these news people outside! Now!" Swersky ordered as the officer immediately began shuffling the reporters and cameramen outside.
"Lieu, any news yet? Have we even heard from this guy? I mean, maybe he just wants ransom money," Faith suggested.
"No. No calls yet, Faith. We have all available units out and most of the off-duty guys have come back in to help. I've ordered the guys from the next shift home so at least we'll have enough guys ready to work later on. Everything okay with your family?" the Lieutenant asked, walking down the hallway with Faith towards the office where they set up a command post-like room.
"Yeah. Everyone's fine. New Jersey sent a unit over to stand by at my in-laws' house. I have no idea how they even knew where I was," she said, looking at her boss.
"I sent them over. They were only too willing to help. They wanted to know if we needed any guys to come over and help out with the search," he said.
"Thanks, Lieu," Faith said.
"Faith? Faith Yokas?" asked the young woman that had walked up behind them. Faith and the Lieutenant turned toward her.
"Faith. This is Trisha Miller," said the Lieutenant, introducing the two to each other.
Faith reached out and shook Trisha's hand. "He described you very well," Trisha said, trying to smile.
"I've heard a lot about you as well," Faith said in return.
"You came back to look for him, didn't you?" Trisha asked her. "He said he could trust you with his life. He thinks very much of you," she added.
"Well, the feeling is mutual. I trust him with my life as well. Yes, I'm here to help find him and bring him home," Faith said.
"When was the last time you talked to or saw him?" Faith asked Trisha as the two women went into another part of the office.
The Lieutenant went over to the detectives to see if anything new had surfaced.
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"Ahhh, so you decided to join me again," the man said menacingly as Bosco woke up again. "I trust that you're more comfortable this time," he added sarcastically.
Bosco slowly looked around, careful not to move too quickly. He saw that he was now in a living room, on an old, dusty couch. The drapes were drawn, but still some light came through, causing him to squint. The man was silhouetted against the daylight from behind him, keeping his identity hidden from Bosco. He tried to place the voice, but was unable to.
"So...," Bosco started, his voice coming out as a croak. He cleared his throat and tried again. "So, what's this all about? I don't know you," he said clearly this time.
"You don't know me? Well, I must say that it doesn't surprise me. I thought you'd be the type to just move on - oblivious to all you've done.
"So tell me what I've done. I want to know. And then I want to know what you want from me," Bosco said, keeping a tough exterior.
"Don't even begin to try to agitate me. You will lose. Do you understand? You WILL lose," Richards said to him through gritted teeth. He just stared at Bosco for a moment and then walked out of the room.
Bosco looked around at more of his surroundings, trying to remember if he'd seen the place before. Nothing looked familiar. There were dusty pictures on the mantle and on the table, but he was unable to focus on them. The house had a closed-up, musty, dusty smell to it - like there hadn't been a window opened in years.
Finally, his attention was brought back to the man coming back into the room carrying a tray. There was food on it and he placed it on the coffee table in front of Bosco. Bosco looked at it and realized that the hunger in his stomach was winning out over the nausea from the concussion. But, could he trust this food? The man held out a glass of water and four tablets that looked like aspirin.
"Go on. Take it. Don't worry, I don't want you dead yet. I want you to have some of the pain and agony I've had these last years," Richards told him, shoving the water and pills closer to his mouth.
Bosco's hands and feet were still bound together. Apparently, the man wanted him to open his mouth so that he could put the pills on his tongue. Bosco looked closely at the pills and decided that he would take them. After all, he couldn't really go far or think straight with the pounding.
After Bosco took the pills and a drink offered by Richards, the man came around and untied one hand, allowing him to eat the food. "You've got five minutes to eat; then I tie your hand back up," he said, turning to abruptly leave. He stopped at the doorway.
"Don't try anything stupid. I will be watching so don't try to get free," he said, stepping back into the shadows.
Bosco sat forward as far as he could and examined his food, knowing that the man was watching him closely - just waiting for an excuse to hurt him more. He decided he'd just stick with the glass of water. He wasn't sure what this guy was up to. For all he knew, the food was poisoned.
"You might as well take it away now. I'm not gonna eat it," Bosco said, sitting back against the back of the couch.
"Don't trust me, eh?" said Richards, coming out of the shadows and taking the tray away. "We'll see how hungry you are in the morning. How about some television? Maybe you'd like to see how many people are looking for you. Of course, they'll never find you. No one remembers. No one but me," Richards said turning on the television and sitting on the chair across from Bosco.
Bosco saw his own face flash onto the screen as Channel 2 ran a news update. The screen then flashed to the front desk of the 55th Precinct and he saw Faith coming through the front door being hit with a barrage of flashbulbs and questions. She didn't say anything and was ushered through the crowd by some uniformed officers. In the distance, Bosco could see Trisha standing at the side of the room and the knot in his stomach tightened.
"As you can see, Martin, Officer Boscorelli's partner, Faith Yokas, has arrived back in town. We can only assume that she is here to help in the search for her partner. We have no new information to report right now, except to say that unending manpower is joining the search. There are off-duty officers coming in to offer assistance, as well as officers from other jurisdictions. I guess its true what they say - the police department is a family and an officer feels related to another officer - no matter where they are from. We'll stay here until there's any news. Back to you, Martin," finished the reporter.
"Thanks, Kelly. We'll check in periodically. Once again, the police are looking for this man, Officer Maurice Boscorelli. He's been missing since last night - last seen leaving this bar," the anchor reported as the picture split to show Bosco and Haggerty's. "Anyone with any information is asked to contact the number that will remain at the bottom of your screen, or this station. Police advise that you can remain anonymous. We now return you to our regularly scheduled programming."
"Well, your quite the celebrity now," Richards said, turning off the television. Bosco was having trouble focusing again, as well as difficulty in staying awake.
"Well, I see the codeine in those Tylenol tablets is kicking in. You should have a nice nap. I'll see you in the morning, Maurice," he said, tying his hand back up. Bosco struggled slightly, but was unable to fight off the man, both due to his head injury and the drugs.
He was stunned when the man reached out and punched him in the same spot he'd been struck with the pipe. "I'm telling you not to push me. You WILL lose," he said as he struck him again, this time knocking Bosco out againand opening up the wound on his head. He left him tied up and slumped on the couch, turning off the lights. Before he left the room, though, he moved one of the pictures closer to Bosco. He looked at the picture for a moment and then left the room.
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"Rose, this is Trisha. She's a close friend of Bosco's," Faith said, introducing the two to each other. "Trisha, this is Bosco's Mom, Rose, and his brother, Michael."
The three of them went over to sit down and talk. Faith had told Rose about Trisha and Bosco. She watched as they all got to know each other and tell each other about Bosco. "Boy, he's gonna kill me," Faith thought to herself.
She'd decided to go through all of Bosco's arrests since they had started fresh out of the Academy. It had to be in there somewhere. She just hoped that something would jog her memory in time.
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TBC...
Chapter 17
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"Lieu?" Faith said as she walked into the station and found him at the desk. "Anything?" she asked as he turned toward her.
Immediately news cameras were on her and a bright light was shining on her. "Are you Officer Boscorelli's partner? What do you think happened? Do you think he's still alive, Officer Yokas?" Kelly Peters and others clamored after her.
"Swanson! I want these news people outside! Now!" Swersky ordered as the officer immediately began shuffling the reporters and cameramen outside.
"Lieu, any news yet? Have we even heard from this guy? I mean, maybe he just wants ransom money," Faith suggested.
"No. No calls yet, Faith. We have all available units out and most of the off-duty guys have come back in to help. I've ordered the guys from the next shift home so at least we'll have enough guys ready to work later on. Everything okay with your family?" the Lieutenant asked, walking down the hallway with Faith towards the office where they set up a command post-like room.
"Yeah. Everyone's fine. New Jersey sent a unit over to stand by at my in-laws' house. I have no idea how they even knew where I was," she said, looking at her boss.
"I sent them over. They were only too willing to help. They wanted to know if we needed any guys to come over and help out with the search," he said.
"Thanks, Lieu," Faith said.
"Faith? Faith Yokas?" asked the young woman that had walked up behind them. Faith and the Lieutenant turned toward her.
"Faith. This is Trisha Miller," said the Lieutenant, introducing the two to each other.
Faith reached out and shook Trisha's hand. "He described you very well," Trisha said, trying to smile.
"I've heard a lot about you as well," Faith said in return.
"You came back to look for him, didn't you?" Trisha asked her. "He said he could trust you with his life. He thinks very much of you," she added.
"Well, the feeling is mutual. I trust him with my life as well. Yes, I'm here to help find him and bring him home," Faith said.
"When was the last time you talked to or saw him?" Faith asked Trisha as the two women went into another part of the office.
The Lieutenant went over to the detectives to see if anything new had surfaced.
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"Ahhh, so you decided to join me again," the man said menacingly as Bosco woke up again. "I trust that you're more comfortable this time," he added sarcastically.
Bosco slowly looked around, careful not to move too quickly. He saw that he was now in a living room, on an old, dusty couch. The drapes were drawn, but still some light came through, causing him to squint. The man was silhouetted against the daylight from behind him, keeping his identity hidden from Bosco. He tried to place the voice, but was unable to.
"So...," Bosco started, his voice coming out as a croak. He cleared his throat and tried again. "So, what's this all about? I don't know you," he said clearly this time.
"You don't know me? Well, I must say that it doesn't surprise me. I thought you'd be the type to just move on - oblivious to all you've done.
"So tell me what I've done. I want to know. And then I want to know what you want from me," Bosco said, keeping a tough exterior.
"Don't even begin to try to agitate me. You will lose. Do you understand? You WILL lose," Richards said to him through gritted teeth. He just stared at Bosco for a moment and then walked out of the room.
Bosco looked around at more of his surroundings, trying to remember if he'd seen the place before. Nothing looked familiar. There were dusty pictures on the mantle and on the table, but he was unable to focus on them. The house had a closed-up, musty, dusty smell to it - like there hadn't been a window opened in years.
Finally, his attention was brought back to the man coming back into the room carrying a tray. There was food on it and he placed it on the coffee table in front of Bosco. Bosco looked at it and realized that the hunger in his stomach was winning out over the nausea from the concussion. But, could he trust this food? The man held out a glass of water and four tablets that looked like aspirin.
"Go on. Take it. Don't worry, I don't want you dead yet. I want you to have some of the pain and agony I've had these last years," Richards told him, shoving the water and pills closer to his mouth.
Bosco's hands and feet were still bound together. Apparently, the man wanted him to open his mouth so that he could put the pills on his tongue. Bosco looked closely at the pills and decided that he would take them. After all, he couldn't really go far or think straight with the pounding.
After Bosco took the pills and a drink offered by Richards, the man came around and untied one hand, allowing him to eat the food. "You've got five minutes to eat; then I tie your hand back up," he said, turning to abruptly leave. He stopped at the doorway.
"Don't try anything stupid. I will be watching so don't try to get free," he said, stepping back into the shadows.
Bosco sat forward as far as he could and examined his food, knowing that the man was watching him closely - just waiting for an excuse to hurt him more. He decided he'd just stick with the glass of water. He wasn't sure what this guy was up to. For all he knew, the food was poisoned.
"You might as well take it away now. I'm not gonna eat it," Bosco said, sitting back against the back of the couch.
"Don't trust me, eh?" said Richards, coming out of the shadows and taking the tray away. "We'll see how hungry you are in the morning. How about some television? Maybe you'd like to see how many people are looking for you. Of course, they'll never find you. No one remembers. No one but me," Richards said turning on the television and sitting on the chair across from Bosco.
Bosco saw his own face flash onto the screen as Channel 2 ran a news update. The screen then flashed to the front desk of the 55th Precinct and he saw Faith coming through the front door being hit with a barrage of flashbulbs and questions. She didn't say anything and was ushered through the crowd by some uniformed officers. In the distance, Bosco could see Trisha standing at the side of the room and the knot in his stomach tightened.
"As you can see, Martin, Officer Boscorelli's partner, Faith Yokas, has arrived back in town. We can only assume that she is here to help in the search for her partner. We have no new information to report right now, except to say that unending manpower is joining the search. There are off-duty officers coming in to offer assistance, as well as officers from other jurisdictions. I guess its true what they say - the police department is a family and an officer feels related to another officer - no matter where they are from. We'll stay here until there's any news. Back to you, Martin," finished the reporter.
"Thanks, Kelly. We'll check in periodically. Once again, the police are looking for this man, Officer Maurice Boscorelli. He's been missing since last night - last seen leaving this bar," the anchor reported as the picture split to show Bosco and Haggerty's. "Anyone with any information is asked to contact the number that will remain at the bottom of your screen, or this station. Police advise that you can remain anonymous. We now return you to our regularly scheduled programming."
"Well, your quite the celebrity now," Richards said, turning off the television. Bosco was having trouble focusing again, as well as difficulty in staying awake.
"Well, I see the codeine in those Tylenol tablets is kicking in. You should have a nice nap. I'll see you in the morning, Maurice," he said, tying his hand back up. Bosco struggled slightly, but was unable to fight off the man, both due to his head injury and the drugs.
He was stunned when the man reached out and punched him in the same spot he'd been struck with the pipe. "I'm telling you not to push me. You WILL lose," he said as he struck him again, this time knocking Bosco out againand opening up the wound on his head. He left him tied up and slumped on the couch, turning off the lights. Before he left the room, though, he moved one of the pictures closer to Bosco. He looked at the picture for a moment and then left the room.
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"Rose, this is Trisha. She's a close friend of Bosco's," Faith said, introducing the two to each other. "Trisha, this is Bosco's Mom, Rose, and his brother, Michael."
The three of them went over to sit down and talk. Faith had told Rose about Trisha and Bosco. She watched as they all got to know each other and tell each other about Bosco. "Boy, he's gonna kill me," Faith thought to herself.
She'd decided to go through all of Bosco's arrests since they had started fresh out of the Academy. It had to be in there somewhere. She just hoped that something would jog her memory in time.
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TBC...