Revenge
Chapter 53
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Faith was on her way over to the hospital to see Bosco and talk to him about the woman the Detectives had asked her to talk to him about. She was going to talk to him about it the other day, but then Trisha had gotten sick and she never got around to it. Now, just as Faith reached the door her phone rang. She looked at her watch, trying to decide whether to go back and answer it or let the machine get it and check the message later. She decided that she'd answer it in case it was one of the kids or Fred needing her. She answered on the fourth ring and was rewarded by a call from work.
"Detective Yokas?" came the voice from the other end.
"Uh, yes. Speaking," Faith answered, still not used to hearing herself called 'detective.'
"Detective, this is Carol from the Detective's Squad. We met the other day..." she said, waiting for Faith to recognize the name.
"Oh, yes, Carol. How are you?" Faith answered, trying not to sound impatient.
"Fine. I hate to bother you at home, but Detective Thomas asked me to get you on the phone. Hold on and I'll transfer you to his phone," Carol told her.
A few rings later and Faith heard her new supervisor answer his phone. "Faith! How are you?" he asked cheerfully.
"I'm good. What's up, Sir?" Faith answered, not sure what she should call him - David or Sir.
"Please, Faith. It's just 'Dave'," he corrected her. "Anyways, I was just wondering if you'd had a chance to talk to Boscorelli yet about that name? If not, I can take a run over there and talk to him. I'll be there on some other business anyway."
"Actually, I was just on my way over to see him when my phone rang," Faith told him. "I didn't get a chance to talk to him before because..., well, it's a long story," she said, deciding he didn't want all the details.
"Great. Well, let me know what you find out. I should be in the office all shift and the desk has my numbers if I'm out," he told her.
"Okay. I'll be in touch," Faith answered and then hung up.
She walked over to the door and, taking another look around the apartment, walked out pulling the door shut behind her just as her phone began to ring again. After about five rings, the machine picked up.
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Trisha came into Bosco's room and he was still worried. She looked a little better than yesterday - but not much.
"Hey," he said as she came in and leaned down to give him a kiss which ended up turning into a longer kiss.
"Ahem," came the voice from the doorway. Trisha and Bosco broke away from each other, Bosco moving too fast and causing himself to jump from the pain.
"Ow!" he hissed and looked toward the door. "Hey, Ty," he said as Trisha tried to get herself unflustered. Bosco smirked as he watched her nervously tuck her hair behind her ear and try to act nonchalant out of the corner of his eye.
"So, I guess you're feeling better," Ty teased, looking back and forth between Trisha and Bosco. "Hi, Trisha. I'm Ty Davis. I work with Bosco," Ty said, extending his hand, not sure if she'd remember him from the Precinct.
Trisha reached out and shook it. "I remember you from the police station when Maurice was missing...," she said, trailing off at the memory of that time.
"Right. So, anyways, Man. You're looking a lot better. What's the word?" Ty asked.
"Word is that I'm outta here," Bosco said with a big grin as he reached over and took Trisha's hand - a move that did not go unnoticed by Ty.
"Great! So, when do you come back to work?" Ty asked.
"As soon as poss...," Bosco started, only to be interrupted.
"As soon as the doctor says that he's absolutely ready," Trisha said, looking over at Bosco to make her point.
"What she said," Bosco said, rolling his eyes and promptly receiving a shove from Trisha at the expression.
"Well, good. Then, I won't keep you here any longer. You going to your place?" Ty asked.
"Nah. My woman's gonna wait on me hand and foot at her place," Bosco said.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you hire someone to wait on you, because it sure isn't gonna be me? I did my duty when you had the sniffles a while ago. Poor baby," she said, teasing him back and making Ty laugh.
"It wasn't the sniffles. I was really sick!" Bosco protested as Ty backed toward the door.
"Okay - that's my cue. I'm outta here," he said, taking a step back toward Bosco and reaching out to shake his hand. "Seriously, Man. Call me if you need anything. Glad you're getting better so quick. Bye," he said, waving to them both as he headed out the door.
"Thanks, Ty," Bosco called after him.
"So, you ready to head out of here?" Trisha asked him as an orderly came in with a wheelchair. She'd stopped at the desk and got his discharge papers and was now waiting for him to object to the wheelchair, but he didn't, indicating to Trisha that he was still hurting despite how he acted.
"Absolutely," he said, standing up slowly. "Oh, wait! I wanna call Faith before I leave so she doesn't come over here for no reason," he said, reaching for the phone.
Trisha watched as he waited for Faith to answer, and was rewarded with the face that told her he was getting a machine or voice mail.
"Faith, it's me," Bosco said into the phone. "I, uh... just wanted to let you know that I'm sprung from the hospital and I'm on my way to Trisha's. Um, hope I caught you before you left. Talk to you soon. Bye," he said, hanging up.
"Man, I hate talking to machines," he said, walking over to the wheelchair and taking a seat.
"Yes, dear," Trisha said, giving a look to the orderly.
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"We got a call from the Morgue. Apparently, this Linda Watkins will be claiming Peterson's body in the next couple of days. Says she's taking care of a sick friend right now," one of the detectives reported to Dave Thompson.
"She's just a regular do-gooder, isn't she," Thompson said sarcastically. "Any luck on getting a location on her yet?"
"Not yet. I've tried calling the cell phone number again and keep getting a wrong number. I ran the number and it comes back to a Trisha Miller. She's getting pretty ticked at getting the calls - says she's been getting calls from a morgue and it's freaking her out," the young detective reported.
"I'll bet. It'd sure freak me out," said Carol, bringing in some phone messages for the detectives.
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"Can I help you, Sir?" asked the receptionist at the Morgue.
"Yes, I'm here to pick up Peterson," said the elderly man, looking down at his paperwork.
"Full name?" asked the bored receptionist.
"Um..., Paul. Paul Richard Peterson," he answered.
He watched her check through her papers and find the name. "Here it is. Go ahead," she said, writing down the drawer number and handing it to him. She stood to follow him back as her phone rang. Turning to answer it, she said over her shoulder, "Go ahead and get started. I'll be right there."
"No problem. Take your time. I know the drill," he answered her and continued back as she buzzed him through the door.
By the time she finished talking to the very emotional relative of a new arrival and got back to the man picking up Peterson's body, he had him already out the back door and into his hearse. She checked to see that the right drawer had been accessed and they each signed the proper paperwork. She told him goodnight and made sure that the rear door, where the funeral homes load the bodies into their hearses, was secured before returning to her desk out front.
As she sat down to complete the paperwork on the transfer, she realized that she hadn't gotten the name of the funeral home for the records.
"Dammit!" she swore to herself and then relaxed as she remembered that the woman handling his affairs had called to say who was coming in to get the body. She flipped through her notes and, with some relief, found it and filled in what she didn't know was a false name.
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TBC...
Chapter 53
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Faith was on her way over to the hospital to see Bosco and talk to him about the woman the Detectives had asked her to talk to him about. She was going to talk to him about it the other day, but then Trisha had gotten sick and she never got around to it. Now, just as Faith reached the door her phone rang. She looked at her watch, trying to decide whether to go back and answer it or let the machine get it and check the message later. She decided that she'd answer it in case it was one of the kids or Fred needing her. She answered on the fourth ring and was rewarded by a call from work.
"Detective Yokas?" came the voice from the other end.
"Uh, yes. Speaking," Faith answered, still not used to hearing herself called 'detective.'
"Detective, this is Carol from the Detective's Squad. We met the other day..." she said, waiting for Faith to recognize the name.
"Oh, yes, Carol. How are you?" Faith answered, trying not to sound impatient.
"Fine. I hate to bother you at home, but Detective Thomas asked me to get you on the phone. Hold on and I'll transfer you to his phone," Carol told her.
A few rings later and Faith heard her new supervisor answer his phone. "Faith! How are you?" he asked cheerfully.
"I'm good. What's up, Sir?" Faith answered, not sure what she should call him - David or Sir.
"Please, Faith. It's just 'Dave'," he corrected her. "Anyways, I was just wondering if you'd had a chance to talk to Boscorelli yet about that name? If not, I can take a run over there and talk to him. I'll be there on some other business anyway."
"Actually, I was just on my way over to see him when my phone rang," Faith told him. "I didn't get a chance to talk to him before because..., well, it's a long story," she said, deciding he didn't want all the details.
"Great. Well, let me know what you find out. I should be in the office all shift and the desk has my numbers if I'm out," he told her.
"Okay. I'll be in touch," Faith answered and then hung up.
She walked over to the door and, taking another look around the apartment, walked out pulling the door shut behind her just as her phone began to ring again. After about five rings, the machine picked up.
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Trisha came into Bosco's room and he was still worried. She looked a little better than yesterday - but not much.
"Hey," he said as she came in and leaned down to give him a kiss which ended up turning into a longer kiss.
"Ahem," came the voice from the doorway. Trisha and Bosco broke away from each other, Bosco moving too fast and causing himself to jump from the pain.
"Ow!" he hissed and looked toward the door. "Hey, Ty," he said as Trisha tried to get herself unflustered. Bosco smirked as he watched her nervously tuck her hair behind her ear and try to act nonchalant out of the corner of his eye.
"So, I guess you're feeling better," Ty teased, looking back and forth between Trisha and Bosco. "Hi, Trisha. I'm Ty Davis. I work with Bosco," Ty said, extending his hand, not sure if she'd remember him from the Precinct.
Trisha reached out and shook it. "I remember you from the police station when Maurice was missing...," she said, trailing off at the memory of that time.
"Right. So, anyways, Man. You're looking a lot better. What's the word?" Ty asked.
"Word is that I'm outta here," Bosco said with a big grin as he reached over and took Trisha's hand - a move that did not go unnoticed by Ty.
"Great! So, when do you come back to work?" Ty asked.
"As soon as poss...," Bosco started, only to be interrupted.
"As soon as the doctor says that he's absolutely ready," Trisha said, looking over at Bosco to make her point.
"What she said," Bosco said, rolling his eyes and promptly receiving a shove from Trisha at the expression.
"Well, good. Then, I won't keep you here any longer. You going to your place?" Ty asked.
"Nah. My woman's gonna wait on me hand and foot at her place," Bosco said.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you hire someone to wait on you, because it sure isn't gonna be me? I did my duty when you had the sniffles a while ago. Poor baby," she said, teasing him back and making Ty laugh.
"It wasn't the sniffles. I was really sick!" Bosco protested as Ty backed toward the door.
"Okay - that's my cue. I'm outta here," he said, taking a step back toward Bosco and reaching out to shake his hand. "Seriously, Man. Call me if you need anything. Glad you're getting better so quick. Bye," he said, waving to them both as he headed out the door.
"Thanks, Ty," Bosco called after him.
"So, you ready to head out of here?" Trisha asked him as an orderly came in with a wheelchair. She'd stopped at the desk and got his discharge papers and was now waiting for him to object to the wheelchair, but he didn't, indicating to Trisha that he was still hurting despite how he acted.
"Absolutely," he said, standing up slowly. "Oh, wait! I wanna call Faith before I leave so she doesn't come over here for no reason," he said, reaching for the phone.
Trisha watched as he waited for Faith to answer, and was rewarded with the face that told her he was getting a machine or voice mail.
"Faith, it's me," Bosco said into the phone. "I, uh... just wanted to let you know that I'm sprung from the hospital and I'm on my way to Trisha's. Um, hope I caught you before you left. Talk to you soon. Bye," he said, hanging up.
"Man, I hate talking to machines," he said, walking over to the wheelchair and taking a seat.
"Yes, dear," Trisha said, giving a look to the orderly.
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"We got a call from the Morgue. Apparently, this Linda Watkins will be claiming Peterson's body in the next couple of days. Says she's taking care of a sick friend right now," one of the detectives reported to Dave Thompson.
"She's just a regular do-gooder, isn't she," Thompson said sarcastically. "Any luck on getting a location on her yet?"
"Not yet. I've tried calling the cell phone number again and keep getting a wrong number. I ran the number and it comes back to a Trisha Miller. She's getting pretty ticked at getting the calls - says she's been getting calls from a morgue and it's freaking her out," the young detective reported.
"I'll bet. It'd sure freak me out," said Carol, bringing in some phone messages for the detectives.
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"Can I help you, Sir?" asked the receptionist at the Morgue.
"Yes, I'm here to pick up Peterson," said the elderly man, looking down at his paperwork.
"Full name?" asked the bored receptionist.
"Um..., Paul. Paul Richard Peterson," he answered.
He watched her check through her papers and find the name. "Here it is. Go ahead," she said, writing down the drawer number and handing it to him. She stood to follow him back as her phone rang. Turning to answer it, she said over her shoulder, "Go ahead and get started. I'll be right there."
"No problem. Take your time. I know the drill," he answered her and continued back as she buzzed him through the door.
By the time she finished talking to the very emotional relative of a new arrival and got back to the man picking up Peterson's body, he had him already out the back door and into his hearse. She checked to see that the right drawer had been accessed and they each signed the proper paperwork. She told him goodnight and made sure that the rear door, where the funeral homes load the bodies into their hearses, was secured before returning to her desk out front.
As she sat down to complete the paperwork on the transfer, she realized that she hadn't gotten the name of the funeral home for the records.
"Dammit!" she swore to herself and then relaxed as she remembered that the woman handling his affairs had called to say who was coming in to get the body. She flipped through her notes and, with some relief, found it and filled in what she didn't know was a false name.
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TBC...