Revenge
Chapter 20
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"Faith!" finally woke her up. She opened her eyes and saw Ty Davis standing over her as she lay on the couch in the back office of the 55th Precinct.
"What?" she asked, sitting up quickly, scattering the folder that lay across her stomach onto the floor. "Did you find him?"
"No. Not yet. How long have you been here, Faith?" Sully asked walking up behind Davis who had bent down to pick up the papers.
"I don't know," she said, looking at her watch, realizing that she didn't have it on. "What time is it?"
"3:00," Davis replied.
"That's it? I've only been here for about 8 or 9 hours," she said, sitting forward and wiping the sleep out of her eyes, thinking that he meant 3:00 in the morning. She looked over at the table and saw that Kim, Jimmy and Billy had finished organizing the files for her. She didn't even remember them leaving. She must've fallen asleep before they left. "Great! That's really gonna do him a lot of good," she thought to herself with disgust.
"No, Faith. It's 3:00 p.m. We're here for roll call," Sully explained. "You've been at this for almost 24 hours straight," he said, looking around at all the files.
"Apparently not," she said sarcastically as she stood up and stretched. "I've gotta get dressed for roll call," she said suddenly, walking toward the door to head to the locker room.
"You've got a few minutes, so don't worry," Davis said as Faith disappeared around the corner. Ty looked over at the pile of files. "You think it's in here?" he asked his partner.
"I don't know, but I learned a long time ago not to ignore Faith's gut feelings. They're usually right on," Sully said. "C'mon. Let's head in."
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"Okay, okay. Listen up. I know that all of you are concerned about Boscorelli, but there's stuff going on out there that has to be taken care of. So, no more letting the minor calls wait. The taxpayers of this City pay your salary and they expect that when they call, we come. Enough said on that.
"As far as the search for Bosco, still no luck. We have a task force of officers working on it around the clock," Lieutenant Swersky said as Faith came into the room and all heads turned to look at her - the one who's partner was missing - glad that it wasn't one of them.
"Yokas. What're you doing here?" Swersky asked her.
"Workin', Lieu," she answered matter of factly, leaning against the bookcase as there were no seats left.
The Lieutenant paused, then said, "See me after."
"Yes, Sir," Faith replied, not about to be ordered home when her partner was missing.
The Lieutenant finished roll call and sector assignments and sent everyone out on patrol. Faith walked from the back of the room up to the podium, waiting for Swersky to finish talking to the Sergeant. When he did, he turned back to her, saying nothing for a moment.
"Are you sure you're up for working today? You've been here for almost 24 hours, Faith," he asked her.
"Lieu. I'm not leaving until we find him. He'd do the same for any one of us here," she said.
"I know. I had trouble ordering guys home to get some rest so we'd have fresh people if- WHEN - we needed them," the Lieutenant said.
"Okay. So, are you going out on the streets or hanging here?" he asked her.
"I guess I'll hit the streets for awhile. Find some of our informants and see if they've heard or seen anything," she answered him, grabbing her notebook, flashlight and the keys to 55-David off the desk.
"Okay. Keep in touch. Do your thing. I'll keep you clear from calls as long as I can," Swersky said.
"Thanks, Lieu," Faith said, turning to go, but then stopping and turning back toward him.
"We're gonna find him, Lieu. He's gonna be okay, right?"
"Absolutely, Faith. He's too damned stubborn for any less," the Lieutenant affirmed for her, although he wasn't so sure in his gut.
She nodded, turned and left for her unit.
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"We shouldn't go in there," Missy whined as Tommy and Lucas stood next to her behind the big tree next to the old house.
"Then don't. But, you better not tell Mom and Aunt Sarah that I ditched you. Tell you what. You can be the lookout. You tell us if you hear or see someone coming," Lucas told her.
"Aww, she's gonna go snitch on us," Tommy complained.
"No she's not, right Missy?" Lucas said, looking at his cousin sternly. Missy shook her head 'no.'
"Promise." Tommy said.
"Promise," she said. "What's the signal in case someone's coming?" she asked them.
"What?" Lucas asked her, not understanding what she was asking.
"You know, what sound should I make if someone's coming?" she asked.
Lucas and Tommy looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
"Don't make fun of me! My Dad says they have ways of talking to each other when they're on maneuvers so the enemy can't hear them," Missy said defiantly.
"Okay," Lucas said, softening a little. "Can you make the sound of an.... Owl?"
"Yup," she answered happily and then showed them.
"Okay. Good," he told her. "If you hear or see anything, make that sound for us so we know."
"Okay. Be careful," Missy said, watching the boys start up the driveway. "You make that noise too if you get into trouble and need help," she told them.
Lucas turned and waved to his cousin that he'd heard her.
"Why'd you have to bring her along?" Tommy complained. "Did you hear that? Sounded like someone yelled," he said, looking over to the house.
"I didn't hear anything. My Mom made me," Lucas answered and then felt guilty. "She's lonely and afraid 'cause her Dad's over in the war. She came over to get her mind off it for awhile," he added, looking over his shoulder at his younger cousin who waved at him, in awe at the bravery of her older cousin. He lifted his chin at her and waved back. He stopped and turned toward her. He put a finger to his lips to tell her to be quiet and then waved her over with them. She quietly ran up the driveway to join them with a big smile and all three headed toward the back of the house.
Lucas had shown Tommy and Missy the bruise on his chest that now clearly read "Mustang."
"Is that where the car was?" Tommy asked his friend. "Yeah," Lucas whispered as they walked up the back steps to look into the back door that opened into the kitchen. He straightened up and quickly looked in the back door to see if anyone was in the kitchen. He didn't see anyone, but decided they should go look through other windows to make sure that no one was there. After all, there was a car there.
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Paul Richards sat in the bedroom, wondering what he should do next. Boscorelli was out on the couch, in and out of consciousness - either from blood loss, shock, or both. He stood up and paced in the room and then went over to the doorway, looking out into the living room.
"I should move him in here. At least if anyone comes around, he won't be right there in the living room," he thought to himself. He walked down the hallway, passing the photos of his wife and daughters, the sadness and anger rising again in him. He walked over to the couch and looked down at the injured, and quite possibly dying, police officer that had ruined his life.
"Boscorelli," he called to him. Nothing. He shoved his shoulder. "Boscorelli," he repeated a little louder this time. Bosco moved slightly and moaned.
"Boscorelli!" Richards said louder this time as he grabbed onto him and began lifting him.
Bosco began to come to and drew in a sharp breath at the pain the movement was causing him. "Aahhh," he faintly said, opening his eyes.
"Shut up," Richards ordered. "Walk this way. I'm gonna put you in the bed."
"I need to go to the hospital," Bosco told him, talking even causing pain. Richards heard, but his mind didn't register the sound of an owl outside the house.
"Well, that ain't gonna happen," Richards answered as he got Bosco into the bedroom and over to the bed. He put him down on the bed and Bosco yelled out again in pain.
"Look, are you gonna tell me before I die why I'm here?" Bosco asked.
"You still don't remember? Even after the pictures?" Richard said with anger.
"No," Bosco said weakly.
"I guess there's no harm in telling you - even though they never got the same courtesy," he said, gesturing toward the pictures on the nightstand. Bosco moved slowly so that he could see the pictures and then turned back to Richards, waiting for an explanation.
Suddenly, Richards heard a noise on the side of the house. He stood up quickly, trying to figure out what side of the house the noise came from. He walked out of the bedroom as Bosco drifted unconscious again.
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"Tommy!" Lucas yelled in a whisper.
"What? I didn't mean it. I slipped," the boy whispered back after regaining his footing. He'd slipped off the bucket they'd turned over to stand on and landed against the house, making a thumping noise. Missy stood there in fearful silence.
Lucas grabbed her hand and the three ran down the driveway and behind the tree, waiting to see if anyone in the house had heard and would come out to investigate.
Out of breath, the three kids looked at each other. "Did you see that?" Lucas said in disbelief to his friend.
"What? What did you see?" Missy asked eagerly.
"Yeah. Looked like that one guy was sick or something," Tommy said.
"I thought you said that no one lived here," Missy said, eyes wide.
"Maybe it's the ghosts. Do you know what happened in that house?" Tommy asked Lucas.
Lucas just shook his head 'no.'
Suddenly, they heard a door open and a man stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind him. The man seemed to look right at them through the trees.
"What're you kids doing over there?" he yelled over.
"Sorry, Mister," Tommy said, stepping out from behind the tree. "I missed the ball and it hit your house. Sorry. Hope we didn't break anything," he lied.
The man just stared for a moment, something in his eyes scaring the kids. "Just be more careful and stay away from here," the man yelled, turning and going back inside.
"Yes, Sir. Sorry again," Tommy said, coming back behind the tree again.
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TBC...
Chapter 20
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"Faith!" finally woke her up. She opened her eyes and saw Ty Davis standing over her as she lay on the couch in the back office of the 55th Precinct.
"What?" she asked, sitting up quickly, scattering the folder that lay across her stomach onto the floor. "Did you find him?"
"No. Not yet. How long have you been here, Faith?" Sully asked walking up behind Davis who had bent down to pick up the papers.
"I don't know," she said, looking at her watch, realizing that she didn't have it on. "What time is it?"
"3:00," Davis replied.
"That's it? I've only been here for about 8 or 9 hours," she said, sitting forward and wiping the sleep out of her eyes, thinking that he meant 3:00 in the morning. She looked over at the table and saw that Kim, Jimmy and Billy had finished organizing the files for her. She didn't even remember them leaving. She must've fallen asleep before they left. "Great! That's really gonna do him a lot of good," she thought to herself with disgust.
"No, Faith. It's 3:00 p.m. We're here for roll call," Sully explained. "You've been at this for almost 24 hours straight," he said, looking around at all the files.
"Apparently not," she said sarcastically as she stood up and stretched. "I've gotta get dressed for roll call," she said suddenly, walking toward the door to head to the locker room.
"You've got a few minutes, so don't worry," Davis said as Faith disappeared around the corner. Ty looked over at the pile of files. "You think it's in here?" he asked his partner.
"I don't know, but I learned a long time ago not to ignore Faith's gut feelings. They're usually right on," Sully said. "C'mon. Let's head in."
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"Okay, okay. Listen up. I know that all of you are concerned about Boscorelli, but there's stuff going on out there that has to be taken care of. So, no more letting the minor calls wait. The taxpayers of this City pay your salary and they expect that when they call, we come. Enough said on that.
"As far as the search for Bosco, still no luck. We have a task force of officers working on it around the clock," Lieutenant Swersky said as Faith came into the room and all heads turned to look at her - the one who's partner was missing - glad that it wasn't one of them.
"Yokas. What're you doing here?" Swersky asked her.
"Workin', Lieu," she answered matter of factly, leaning against the bookcase as there were no seats left.
The Lieutenant paused, then said, "See me after."
"Yes, Sir," Faith replied, not about to be ordered home when her partner was missing.
The Lieutenant finished roll call and sector assignments and sent everyone out on patrol. Faith walked from the back of the room up to the podium, waiting for Swersky to finish talking to the Sergeant. When he did, he turned back to her, saying nothing for a moment.
"Are you sure you're up for working today? You've been here for almost 24 hours, Faith," he asked her.
"Lieu. I'm not leaving until we find him. He'd do the same for any one of us here," she said.
"I know. I had trouble ordering guys home to get some rest so we'd have fresh people if- WHEN - we needed them," the Lieutenant said.
"Okay. So, are you going out on the streets or hanging here?" he asked her.
"I guess I'll hit the streets for awhile. Find some of our informants and see if they've heard or seen anything," she answered him, grabbing her notebook, flashlight and the keys to 55-David off the desk.
"Okay. Keep in touch. Do your thing. I'll keep you clear from calls as long as I can," Swersky said.
"Thanks, Lieu," Faith said, turning to go, but then stopping and turning back toward him.
"We're gonna find him, Lieu. He's gonna be okay, right?"
"Absolutely, Faith. He's too damned stubborn for any less," the Lieutenant affirmed for her, although he wasn't so sure in his gut.
She nodded, turned and left for her unit.
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"We shouldn't go in there," Missy whined as Tommy and Lucas stood next to her behind the big tree next to the old house.
"Then don't. But, you better not tell Mom and Aunt Sarah that I ditched you. Tell you what. You can be the lookout. You tell us if you hear or see someone coming," Lucas told her.
"Aww, she's gonna go snitch on us," Tommy complained.
"No she's not, right Missy?" Lucas said, looking at his cousin sternly. Missy shook her head 'no.'
"Promise." Tommy said.
"Promise," she said. "What's the signal in case someone's coming?" she asked them.
"What?" Lucas asked her, not understanding what she was asking.
"You know, what sound should I make if someone's coming?" she asked.
Lucas and Tommy looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
"Don't make fun of me! My Dad says they have ways of talking to each other when they're on maneuvers so the enemy can't hear them," Missy said defiantly.
"Okay," Lucas said, softening a little. "Can you make the sound of an.... Owl?"
"Yup," she answered happily and then showed them.
"Okay. Good," he told her. "If you hear or see anything, make that sound for us so we know."
"Okay. Be careful," Missy said, watching the boys start up the driveway. "You make that noise too if you get into trouble and need help," she told them.
Lucas turned and waved to his cousin that he'd heard her.
"Why'd you have to bring her along?" Tommy complained. "Did you hear that? Sounded like someone yelled," he said, looking over to the house.
"I didn't hear anything. My Mom made me," Lucas answered and then felt guilty. "She's lonely and afraid 'cause her Dad's over in the war. She came over to get her mind off it for awhile," he added, looking over his shoulder at his younger cousin who waved at him, in awe at the bravery of her older cousin. He lifted his chin at her and waved back. He stopped and turned toward her. He put a finger to his lips to tell her to be quiet and then waved her over with them. She quietly ran up the driveway to join them with a big smile and all three headed toward the back of the house.
Lucas had shown Tommy and Missy the bruise on his chest that now clearly read "Mustang."
"Is that where the car was?" Tommy asked his friend. "Yeah," Lucas whispered as they walked up the back steps to look into the back door that opened into the kitchen. He straightened up and quickly looked in the back door to see if anyone was in the kitchen. He didn't see anyone, but decided they should go look through other windows to make sure that no one was there. After all, there was a car there.
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Paul Richards sat in the bedroom, wondering what he should do next. Boscorelli was out on the couch, in and out of consciousness - either from blood loss, shock, or both. He stood up and paced in the room and then went over to the doorway, looking out into the living room.
"I should move him in here. At least if anyone comes around, he won't be right there in the living room," he thought to himself. He walked down the hallway, passing the photos of his wife and daughters, the sadness and anger rising again in him. He walked over to the couch and looked down at the injured, and quite possibly dying, police officer that had ruined his life.
"Boscorelli," he called to him. Nothing. He shoved his shoulder. "Boscorelli," he repeated a little louder this time. Bosco moved slightly and moaned.
"Boscorelli!" Richards said louder this time as he grabbed onto him and began lifting him.
Bosco began to come to and drew in a sharp breath at the pain the movement was causing him. "Aahhh," he faintly said, opening his eyes.
"Shut up," Richards ordered. "Walk this way. I'm gonna put you in the bed."
"I need to go to the hospital," Bosco told him, talking even causing pain. Richards heard, but his mind didn't register the sound of an owl outside the house.
"Well, that ain't gonna happen," Richards answered as he got Bosco into the bedroom and over to the bed. He put him down on the bed and Bosco yelled out again in pain.
"Look, are you gonna tell me before I die why I'm here?" Bosco asked.
"You still don't remember? Even after the pictures?" Richard said with anger.
"No," Bosco said weakly.
"I guess there's no harm in telling you - even though they never got the same courtesy," he said, gesturing toward the pictures on the nightstand. Bosco moved slowly so that he could see the pictures and then turned back to Richards, waiting for an explanation.
Suddenly, Richards heard a noise on the side of the house. He stood up quickly, trying to figure out what side of the house the noise came from. He walked out of the bedroom as Bosco drifted unconscious again.
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"Tommy!" Lucas yelled in a whisper.
"What? I didn't mean it. I slipped," the boy whispered back after regaining his footing. He'd slipped off the bucket they'd turned over to stand on and landed against the house, making a thumping noise. Missy stood there in fearful silence.
Lucas grabbed her hand and the three ran down the driveway and behind the tree, waiting to see if anyone in the house had heard and would come out to investigate.
Out of breath, the three kids looked at each other. "Did you see that?" Lucas said in disbelief to his friend.
"What? What did you see?" Missy asked eagerly.
"Yeah. Looked like that one guy was sick or something," Tommy said.
"I thought you said that no one lived here," Missy said, eyes wide.
"Maybe it's the ghosts. Do you know what happened in that house?" Tommy asked Lucas.
Lucas just shook his head 'no.'
Suddenly, they heard a door open and a man stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind him. The man seemed to look right at them through the trees.
"What're you kids doing over there?" he yelled over.
"Sorry, Mister," Tommy said, stepping out from behind the tree. "I missed the ball and it hit your house. Sorry. Hope we didn't break anything," he lied.
The man just stared for a moment, something in his eyes scaring the kids. "Just be more careful and stay away from here," the man yelled, turning and going back inside.
"Yes, Sir. Sorry again," Tommy said, coming back behind the tree again.
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TBC...