Revenge
Chapter 18
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Faith had been going through files for so long she couldn't see straight anymore. The aroma of a fresh coffee brought her attention from the files to the doorway where she found Kim, Jimmy and Billy Walsh.
"Hey guys! What're you doing here?" Faith asked, standing up and stretching.
"We came to see if there was anything we could do to help out. We're just sitting over there across the street, watching everyone come and go. Every once in a while the news cameras light up and there's a flurry, but nothing is really happening," Kim said, handing her the coffee
Faith took the cup, inhaled deeply and smiled. "Thanks, guys. I don't think there is much going on. I'm just going through all of Bosco's arrests and reports since he started, fresh out of the Academy. There's really nothing else to go on. I just have a gut feeling that this guy's from Bosco's past somehow," Faith said, absently thumbing threw the papers and looking at the various piles.
"Any way we can help you look? Maybe organize them in some order somehow?" Billy offered.
"I'm trying to look at them in chronological order. That way, maybe if something does strike me, I'll be seeing it in order," she said, shrugging.
"Well, how about we go through these and pile them by date - oldest at the top? Then, you can just sit and read," Jimmy said.
Faith looked at the three of them and finally Kim said, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Faith said quickly. "It's just that.., well.., I didn't think there was any love lost between you guys and Bosco. I'm surprised, that's all."
"Don't get me wrong, we love busting on Bosco. But, when all is said and done, the fire department and police department here at King and Arthur are family. We all take care of each other - we all have concern for each other," Kim said.
"Yeah - Bosco's like the runt of the family. They always get picked on the most," Jimmy kidded.
"Yeah, but they're usually the toughest of the group too," Billy added and they all agreed that if anyone could make it through this, it would be Bosco.
And so, they started organizing while Faith quickly made a trip to the ladies room and to check in with the Lieutenant.
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Bosco slowly opened his eyes and let them adjust to the light. He was still groggy from the drug, but at least his head didn't hurt. He felt the tightness on the side of his head from where the cut had been opened again. The blood was now dried, but he could feel it was there. He rearranged himself on the old, worn couch, straightening out his legs trying to get the stiffness out of his joints.
His eyes slowly adjusted. He looked at the table and saw the picture that had been placed there. He looked at it for a moment, but didn't recognize the girl in the picture. He looked around the room. The sky was just starting to lighten, but it was still dark in the room due to the curtains being drawn. There was an opening in the curtains and Bosco tried to look through to see where he was. He pulled on his restraints to see if they would give at all now that he was feeling a little stronger. They moved slightly, but he heard a noise from the other room and pretended to still be unconscious. "No use giving this guy a chance to smack me again," he thought to himself as he listened to the man walk into the room.
Bosco lay very still on the couch and managed to remain still despite the surprise of the man kicking the couch to see if he would flinch. He then felt the man reach down and feel for his pulse. He concentrated on keeping his breathing slow and steady so as not to alert the man that he was actually awake.
"Hmmph," Richards said under his breath as he set the glass of juice on the table alongside Bosco. He heard Richards walk back down the hallway and opened one eye to see that he was really gone.
Again, Bosco opened his eyes and looked at the glass on the table. He was really thirsty, but he didn't want to be tricked again. He needed to remain alert and try to think of a way out of this. Suddenly, he remembered that his cell phone was in his pocket. He was surprised that he hadn't heard it ring at all and then worried that Trisha didn't make it home.
But then he remembered seeing her on the news report last night, so he knew that she was with the police and safe. He felt in his pocket and found that his phone was missing.
"Dammit," he whispered to himself and was startled when Richards appeared in the doorway.
"Well, well, well. Sleeping Beauty has awakened," he said, walking in and sitting down.
"Look. I've about had all I can stand of this. You've gotta know from the news last night that everyone is out looking for me. It's just a matter of time. The sooner you turn yourself in, the easier things will be on you," Bosco said, losing his patience.
Richards stood up and walked over to Bosco. Bosco saw the anger in his eyes. "Easier on me? Easier on me?! What makes you think that anything over the last nine years has been easy on me?!?!" he bellowed. "Nothing was easy after that day!" he said, trembling with anger.
Bosco didn't say anything. He just watched while this man reigned himself in. Richards picked up the glass of juice and held it out toward Bosco. "You must be thirsty and hungry. At least drink some orange juice," he offered.
Bosco shook his head. "No," he said simply.
"Fine," Richard said, putting the glass back on the table. "But, I've always thought orange juice was better when it was cold. Suit yourself."
"I'm not gonna take anything from you. You tricked me once. It won't happen again," Bosco retorted.
Without saying anything, Richards threw the morning newspaper on the table with the headlines showing. Bosco looked down and saw himself staring back underneath the words, "One of NYPD's Finest Missing!" There was a story that followed, but Bosco was not able to focus his eyes enough to read the fine print yet.
"Look, I gotta hit the head," he said finally, showing no reaction to the newspaper article. Richards just looked at him for a moment. Finally, he said, "Don't make any sudden moves. I'm warning you."
Pulling a gun from his waistband, Richards reached over with one hand and worked awkwardly to unfasten Bosco's restraints. After a few moments, he was done and he kept the gun trained on Bosco as he rose slowly - stiff from all the hours of inactivity.
Richards backed away slightly to avoid Bosco trying to get the gun from him. Bosco looked around the room as he stretched his arms, legs, back and neck. He felt a little dizzy still and stood there to make sure he had his balance.
"Bathroom's down the hall on your left. Leave the door open and don't try anything," Richards said, displaying the gun in plain sight to remind Bosco he had it. Bosco looked around again and walked down the hallway slowly. He walked into the bathroom and pushed the door shut behind him. Richards immediately opened it again.
"I said leave the door open," he said angrily.
"Sorry. Force of habit," Bosco replied. He wasn't about to show this guy any emotion. That's what he wanted. Bosco finished and moved over to the sink and mirror. He looked and saw the ugly bruise and gash on his head where he'd been struck. He turned on the water and let it run. He reached down and splashed cool water on his face and tried to wash away some of the dried blood. After drying his hands and face, he walked back out into the hallway where Richards was waiting, gun trained on him.
"Where to?" Bosco asked nonchalantly as he looked around and saw the pictures hanging on the wall in the hallway. He stepped over and looked closer at them, trying to see if anything was familiar about them.
Richards watched him look at the pictures. "Recognize anyone?" he asked Bosco.
"Should I?" Bosco replied, looking over at Richards. Richards didn't answer and Bosco drew in a deep breath. "Look, when's the last time you opened a window around here?"
He could see the anger rise in Richards again and then saw the man reign in it once more. "About eight years," Richards replied simply, an angry smile across his face. He raised the gun and pointed down the hallway, indicating that Bosco should return to the living room.
Bosco returned the living room and Richards told him to sit down on the couch again. "No. Look, why don't you just tell me what's going on? Then, we can sort it out and be done with it," he said, turning toward Richards.
Richards raised the gun. "You really don't remember, do you?" the man said, anger rising again, the gun pointed at Bosco.
"No. I don't," Bosco replied. "Why don't you remind me."
"Eight years ago, Officer Boscorelli. Eight years ago. Why don't you think back on that for a little while," Richard said, pushing Bosco down on the couch with the barrel of the gun. Bosco made a quick grab for the gun, but Richards was ready for it. He gripped the gun tighter and he fought over it with Bosco.
Suddenly the gun went off and a shot rang out. Both men froze momentarily in the split second of the flash from the gun.
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TBC...
Chapter 18
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Faith had been going through files for so long she couldn't see straight anymore. The aroma of a fresh coffee brought her attention from the files to the doorway where she found Kim, Jimmy and Billy Walsh.
"Hey guys! What're you doing here?" Faith asked, standing up and stretching.
"We came to see if there was anything we could do to help out. We're just sitting over there across the street, watching everyone come and go. Every once in a while the news cameras light up and there's a flurry, but nothing is really happening," Kim said, handing her the coffee
Faith took the cup, inhaled deeply and smiled. "Thanks, guys. I don't think there is much going on. I'm just going through all of Bosco's arrests and reports since he started, fresh out of the Academy. There's really nothing else to go on. I just have a gut feeling that this guy's from Bosco's past somehow," Faith said, absently thumbing threw the papers and looking at the various piles.
"Any way we can help you look? Maybe organize them in some order somehow?" Billy offered.
"I'm trying to look at them in chronological order. That way, maybe if something does strike me, I'll be seeing it in order," she said, shrugging.
"Well, how about we go through these and pile them by date - oldest at the top? Then, you can just sit and read," Jimmy said.
Faith looked at the three of them and finally Kim said, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Faith said quickly. "It's just that.., well.., I didn't think there was any love lost between you guys and Bosco. I'm surprised, that's all."
"Don't get me wrong, we love busting on Bosco. But, when all is said and done, the fire department and police department here at King and Arthur are family. We all take care of each other - we all have concern for each other," Kim said.
"Yeah - Bosco's like the runt of the family. They always get picked on the most," Jimmy kidded.
"Yeah, but they're usually the toughest of the group too," Billy added and they all agreed that if anyone could make it through this, it would be Bosco.
And so, they started organizing while Faith quickly made a trip to the ladies room and to check in with the Lieutenant.
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Bosco slowly opened his eyes and let them adjust to the light. He was still groggy from the drug, but at least his head didn't hurt. He felt the tightness on the side of his head from where the cut had been opened again. The blood was now dried, but he could feel it was there. He rearranged himself on the old, worn couch, straightening out his legs trying to get the stiffness out of his joints.
His eyes slowly adjusted. He looked at the table and saw the picture that had been placed there. He looked at it for a moment, but didn't recognize the girl in the picture. He looked around the room. The sky was just starting to lighten, but it was still dark in the room due to the curtains being drawn. There was an opening in the curtains and Bosco tried to look through to see where he was. He pulled on his restraints to see if they would give at all now that he was feeling a little stronger. They moved slightly, but he heard a noise from the other room and pretended to still be unconscious. "No use giving this guy a chance to smack me again," he thought to himself as he listened to the man walk into the room.
Bosco lay very still on the couch and managed to remain still despite the surprise of the man kicking the couch to see if he would flinch. He then felt the man reach down and feel for his pulse. He concentrated on keeping his breathing slow and steady so as not to alert the man that he was actually awake.
"Hmmph," Richards said under his breath as he set the glass of juice on the table alongside Bosco. He heard Richards walk back down the hallway and opened one eye to see that he was really gone.
Again, Bosco opened his eyes and looked at the glass on the table. He was really thirsty, but he didn't want to be tricked again. He needed to remain alert and try to think of a way out of this. Suddenly, he remembered that his cell phone was in his pocket. He was surprised that he hadn't heard it ring at all and then worried that Trisha didn't make it home.
But then he remembered seeing her on the news report last night, so he knew that she was with the police and safe. He felt in his pocket and found that his phone was missing.
"Dammit," he whispered to himself and was startled when Richards appeared in the doorway.
"Well, well, well. Sleeping Beauty has awakened," he said, walking in and sitting down.
"Look. I've about had all I can stand of this. You've gotta know from the news last night that everyone is out looking for me. It's just a matter of time. The sooner you turn yourself in, the easier things will be on you," Bosco said, losing his patience.
Richards stood up and walked over to Bosco. Bosco saw the anger in his eyes. "Easier on me? Easier on me?! What makes you think that anything over the last nine years has been easy on me?!?!" he bellowed. "Nothing was easy after that day!" he said, trembling with anger.
Bosco didn't say anything. He just watched while this man reigned himself in. Richards picked up the glass of juice and held it out toward Bosco. "You must be thirsty and hungry. At least drink some orange juice," he offered.
Bosco shook his head. "No," he said simply.
"Fine," Richard said, putting the glass back on the table. "But, I've always thought orange juice was better when it was cold. Suit yourself."
"I'm not gonna take anything from you. You tricked me once. It won't happen again," Bosco retorted.
Without saying anything, Richards threw the morning newspaper on the table with the headlines showing. Bosco looked down and saw himself staring back underneath the words, "One of NYPD's Finest Missing!" There was a story that followed, but Bosco was not able to focus his eyes enough to read the fine print yet.
"Look, I gotta hit the head," he said finally, showing no reaction to the newspaper article. Richards just looked at him for a moment. Finally, he said, "Don't make any sudden moves. I'm warning you."
Pulling a gun from his waistband, Richards reached over with one hand and worked awkwardly to unfasten Bosco's restraints. After a few moments, he was done and he kept the gun trained on Bosco as he rose slowly - stiff from all the hours of inactivity.
Richards backed away slightly to avoid Bosco trying to get the gun from him. Bosco looked around the room as he stretched his arms, legs, back and neck. He felt a little dizzy still and stood there to make sure he had his balance.
"Bathroom's down the hall on your left. Leave the door open and don't try anything," Richards said, displaying the gun in plain sight to remind Bosco he had it. Bosco looked around again and walked down the hallway slowly. He walked into the bathroom and pushed the door shut behind him. Richards immediately opened it again.
"I said leave the door open," he said angrily.
"Sorry. Force of habit," Bosco replied. He wasn't about to show this guy any emotion. That's what he wanted. Bosco finished and moved over to the sink and mirror. He looked and saw the ugly bruise and gash on his head where he'd been struck. He turned on the water and let it run. He reached down and splashed cool water on his face and tried to wash away some of the dried blood. After drying his hands and face, he walked back out into the hallway where Richards was waiting, gun trained on him.
"Where to?" Bosco asked nonchalantly as he looked around and saw the pictures hanging on the wall in the hallway. He stepped over and looked closer at them, trying to see if anything was familiar about them.
Richards watched him look at the pictures. "Recognize anyone?" he asked Bosco.
"Should I?" Bosco replied, looking over at Richards. Richards didn't answer and Bosco drew in a deep breath. "Look, when's the last time you opened a window around here?"
He could see the anger rise in Richards again and then saw the man reign in it once more. "About eight years," Richards replied simply, an angry smile across his face. He raised the gun and pointed down the hallway, indicating that Bosco should return to the living room.
Bosco returned the living room and Richards told him to sit down on the couch again. "No. Look, why don't you just tell me what's going on? Then, we can sort it out and be done with it," he said, turning toward Richards.
Richards raised the gun. "You really don't remember, do you?" the man said, anger rising again, the gun pointed at Bosco.
"No. I don't," Bosco replied. "Why don't you remind me."
"Eight years ago, Officer Boscorelli. Eight years ago. Why don't you think back on that for a little while," Richard said, pushing Bosco down on the couch with the barrel of the gun. Bosco made a quick grab for the gun, but Richards was ready for it. He gripped the gun tighter and he fought over it with Bosco.
Suddenly the gun went off and a shot rang out. Both men froze momentarily in the split second of the flash from the gun.
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TBC...