Revenge
Chapter 43
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"Yes, Ma'am. How can I help you?" came the voice from the morgue. She had been transferred from the main switchboard to one of the technicians.
"Well, an old neighbor of mine died. I know he doesn't have any living family and even though he was accused of doing some horrible things, he was always nice to me. I just wanted to make sure he had a decent burial. You know, not just stuck in some unmarked grave," Trisha explained.
"Yes, Ma'am. And, you think this person's body was brought here?" the man asked.
"Um, yes. I think so," she answered tentatively.
"Okay. What the decedent's name?"
"Peterson. Paul Richard Peterson," Trisha answered, a catch in her voice.
"Okay, let me see," the technician said as he flipped through some papers. "Here it is. Yes, he was brought here. But, I'm afraid they haven't released his body yet," he told her.
"Released him? What does that mean exactly," she asked, somewhat miffed that she was unable to get his remains right away.
"Well, sometimes in..., uh..., cases like this, they need to hold everything as evidence until they sort through everything. I could call you just as soon as they release him, if you'd like," offered the technician.
"Well, the man's dead. I don't know what other information they could possibly get out of him," Trisha said angrily.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am," the technician apologized. "I'm just following procedures."
"Yes, I know you are. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just..., well. Yes, why don't you give me a call when he's released," she said finally.
"Yes, Ma'am. I'll call you right away. Your name, Ma'am?" he asked her.
Trisha froze momentarily, not knowing what name to give him. "Ma'am?" asked the technician, not sure if the caller was still there.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "My name is Linda Watkins. And, you can reach me at 555-7677."
"Okay, Ms. Watkins. Let me just make sure. It's 555-7677, right?" the technician repeated back to her.
"Yes, that's it. And thank you for your help," she said.
"You're welcome. I'll call you as soon as he's released. And, I'm sorry for your loss, Ms. Watkins," the technician said sincerely,
Trisha hung up the phone, not sure of what to do next. She suddenly realized how exhausted she was. It took all her effort to get up off the kitchen chair to put the food back into the refrigerator. As she walked past the phone, she jumped when it rang again.
She picked up the phone fearing that it was bad news about Maurice. "Hello?" she said into the phone.
"Hey. It's me," came Maurice's voice over the phone.
"Maurice. You're awake," she said smiling, relieved that it wasn't more bad news. "How are you?"
"I'm good. Getting better every minute. How are you doing? Faith said you almost passed out before?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"No, no. I'm fine. I was just tired and hungry and I got up too fast. I'm fine, really," she assured him, trying to stifle a yawn.
"Trish. Look, I want you to stay home and get a decent night's sleep tonight. Faith said you've been here since I got here. I'll feel better if I know you're taking care of yourself. Besides, I hear you got up close and personal with my family. That's enough to knock anyone for a loop," he joked.
"Don't put down your family. Family's very important. You never know when you aren't going to have any family around anymore," she said, a cross tone in her voice.
"I'm sorry. I just know that my Ma can be pretty overbearing at times. Anyway, I just want you to stay home and rest. You can come back first thing in the morning if you want. Promise me?" he urged her.
He did sound a lot better since he'd gotten some rest and they discontinued the sedation. "I don't know, Maurice. I'm worried about you."
"Don't be. I've got guys coming and going all hours. Every time the medics bring someone in or the guys from the House have to bring someone in. There's always someone here so don't worry. Please. I'll really relax more if I know you're home and safe - not out on the streets in the middle of the night," he assured her.
"Well... Okay. But, you'll have someone call me if you need anything or whatever?" she told him.
"I promise," he said.
"Alright. I'll see you first thing in the morning. You want me to bring anything special?" she asked him.
"Just you," he said. "Oh and some decent coffee. This stuff sucks," he said and smiled when he heard her laugh.
"Okay, okay. Mr. Coffee-Aholic! I'll brew you some of the kind you like here and bring it with me," she laughed, remembering how he loved coffee.
"Thanks. Sleep well. I love you," he told her.
"I love you too, Maurice. Get some rest," she said before hanging up the phone.
She hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, turning the lights off as she went. She climbed into bed and before her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light.
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"She's staying home," Bosco told Faith as he hung up the phone. "You think she's okay?"
"She's probably right - just really tired. She'll feel better after a good night's sleep," Faith told him.
Bosco nodded in agreement. "So, have you heard how that kid - Lucas - is doing?" he asked. He'd been afraid to ask. Afraid that he wasn't able to save the kid despite trying to block him from being hit by a bullet. No one was saying anything about him, so he thought that everyone was trying to shield him from it.
"He's good. Probably going home tomorrow. They put a pin in his leg for the break. They think he'll be good as new when he's all healed, Bos," Faith answered him.
"Good," Bosco said, remembering back to it. He was starting to get uncomfortable and wondered if it was time for some more pain medicine.
"So, his parents came into the House. They weren't able to see you because you were still pretty bad. They wanted to thank you for all you did. I told them I'd relay their thanks to youl," Faith said as Bosco yawned.
"Well, why don't you get some rest. You must still be pretty wiped out," she sais.
"Yeah, I am kind of tired. Look, you go home. I'm fine and I'll feel better if I know you're taking care of yourself," Bosco told her as the nurse came in to give him some more pain medication.
"I don't know. I promised Trisha I'd be here," she told him.
"Yeah, well, I'm telling you that I want you to go home. Please. I won't be able to sleep if I know you're sitting around staring at me," he said jokingly.
"If you're sure," Faith said. "I would like to be there for the kids when they wake up in the morning."
"Good. Go," he ordered her.
"Hey, we're both the same rank, Detective, so don't go trying to order me around," she said, gathering her things.
"What, you think I have a death wish?" he teased back. "Goodnight. Spend some time with your family, Faith," he told her, thinking back to Trisha's bizarre reaction when he had joked about her meeting his family.
"Goodnight," she said and walked into the hallway.
Bosco was asleep before the door to the room closed.
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TBC...
Chapter 43
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"Yes, Ma'am. How can I help you?" came the voice from the morgue. She had been transferred from the main switchboard to one of the technicians.
"Well, an old neighbor of mine died. I know he doesn't have any living family and even though he was accused of doing some horrible things, he was always nice to me. I just wanted to make sure he had a decent burial. You know, not just stuck in some unmarked grave," Trisha explained.
"Yes, Ma'am. And, you think this person's body was brought here?" the man asked.
"Um, yes. I think so," she answered tentatively.
"Okay. What the decedent's name?"
"Peterson. Paul Richard Peterson," Trisha answered, a catch in her voice.
"Okay, let me see," the technician said as he flipped through some papers. "Here it is. Yes, he was brought here. But, I'm afraid they haven't released his body yet," he told her.
"Released him? What does that mean exactly," she asked, somewhat miffed that she was unable to get his remains right away.
"Well, sometimes in..., uh..., cases like this, they need to hold everything as evidence until they sort through everything. I could call you just as soon as they release him, if you'd like," offered the technician.
"Well, the man's dead. I don't know what other information they could possibly get out of him," Trisha said angrily.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am," the technician apologized. "I'm just following procedures."
"Yes, I know you are. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just..., well. Yes, why don't you give me a call when he's released," she said finally.
"Yes, Ma'am. I'll call you right away. Your name, Ma'am?" he asked her.
Trisha froze momentarily, not knowing what name to give him. "Ma'am?" asked the technician, not sure if the caller was still there.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "My name is Linda Watkins. And, you can reach me at 555-7677."
"Okay, Ms. Watkins. Let me just make sure. It's 555-7677, right?" the technician repeated back to her.
"Yes, that's it. And thank you for your help," she said.
"You're welcome. I'll call you as soon as he's released. And, I'm sorry for your loss, Ms. Watkins," the technician said sincerely,
Trisha hung up the phone, not sure of what to do next. She suddenly realized how exhausted she was. It took all her effort to get up off the kitchen chair to put the food back into the refrigerator. As she walked past the phone, she jumped when it rang again.
She picked up the phone fearing that it was bad news about Maurice. "Hello?" she said into the phone.
"Hey. It's me," came Maurice's voice over the phone.
"Maurice. You're awake," she said smiling, relieved that it wasn't more bad news. "How are you?"
"I'm good. Getting better every minute. How are you doing? Faith said you almost passed out before?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"No, no. I'm fine. I was just tired and hungry and I got up too fast. I'm fine, really," she assured him, trying to stifle a yawn.
"Trish. Look, I want you to stay home and get a decent night's sleep tonight. Faith said you've been here since I got here. I'll feel better if I know you're taking care of yourself. Besides, I hear you got up close and personal with my family. That's enough to knock anyone for a loop," he joked.
"Don't put down your family. Family's very important. You never know when you aren't going to have any family around anymore," she said, a cross tone in her voice.
"I'm sorry. I just know that my Ma can be pretty overbearing at times. Anyway, I just want you to stay home and rest. You can come back first thing in the morning if you want. Promise me?" he urged her.
He did sound a lot better since he'd gotten some rest and they discontinued the sedation. "I don't know, Maurice. I'm worried about you."
"Don't be. I've got guys coming and going all hours. Every time the medics bring someone in or the guys from the House have to bring someone in. There's always someone here so don't worry. Please. I'll really relax more if I know you're home and safe - not out on the streets in the middle of the night," he assured her.
"Well... Okay. But, you'll have someone call me if you need anything or whatever?" she told him.
"I promise," he said.
"Alright. I'll see you first thing in the morning. You want me to bring anything special?" she asked him.
"Just you," he said. "Oh and some decent coffee. This stuff sucks," he said and smiled when he heard her laugh.
"Okay, okay. Mr. Coffee-Aholic! I'll brew you some of the kind you like here and bring it with me," she laughed, remembering how he loved coffee.
"Thanks. Sleep well. I love you," he told her.
"I love you too, Maurice. Get some rest," she said before hanging up the phone.
She hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, turning the lights off as she went. She climbed into bed and before her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light.
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"She's staying home," Bosco told Faith as he hung up the phone. "You think she's okay?"
"She's probably right - just really tired. She'll feel better after a good night's sleep," Faith told him.
Bosco nodded in agreement. "So, have you heard how that kid - Lucas - is doing?" he asked. He'd been afraid to ask. Afraid that he wasn't able to save the kid despite trying to block him from being hit by a bullet. No one was saying anything about him, so he thought that everyone was trying to shield him from it.
"He's good. Probably going home tomorrow. They put a pin in his leg for the break. They think he'll be good as new when he's all healed, Bos," Faith answered him.
"Good," Bosco said, remembering back to it. He was starting to get uncomfortable and wondered if it was time for some more pain medicine.
"So, his parents came into the House. They weren't able to see you because you were still pretty bad. They wanted to thank you for all you did. I told them I'd relay their thanks to youl," Faith said as Bosco yawned.
"Well, why don't you get some rest. You must still be pretty wiped out," she sais.
"Yeah, I am kind of tired. Look, you go home. I'm fine and I'll feel better if I know you're taking care of yourself," Bosco told her as the nurse came in to give him some more pain medication.
"I don't know. I promised Trisha I'd be here," she told him.
"Yeah, well, I'm telling you that I want you to go home. Please. I won't be able to sleep if I know you're sitting around staring at me," he said jokingly.
"If you're sure," Faith said. "I would like to be there for the kids when they wake up in the morning."
"Good. Go," he ordered her.
"Hey, we're both the same rank, Detective, so don't go trying to order me around," she said, gathering her things.
"What, you think I have a death wish?" he teased back. "Goodnight. Spend some time with your family, Faith," he told her, thinking back to Trisha's bizarre reaction when he had joked about her meeting his family.
"Goodnight," she said and walked into the hallway.
Bosco was asleep before the door to the room closed.
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TBC...