Faith went straight to Swersky's office after roll call, her mind wondering about all the possibilities. Her mind said he was fine, that he just decided to stay one more day but her heart said he was kidnapped, kidnapped by those wretched animals that had already killed.
She knocked on his door and he welcomed her right in. "Faith, you are working solo today. You have any idea where Bosco could be?"
"No sir." She shook her head. "He went out of town yesterday to visit someone and that's the last I've heard."
Swersky nodded and took a long sip of coffee. "Right. Okay, well for now just work alone. Stay safe. If he calls you, tell me."
"Yes sir."
~~
Bosco was somewhat relieved when the women left, he was guessing outside the building. He tried to move around the pole but they had him restrained good, better than he could do. He licked his lips and shifted his weight off of his right hip to his left and gave out a low groan. Could his luck get any worse?
He tried to listen through the window at them talking, but all he heard were mumbled voices and faint laughter. He tried to slide closer but knocked over a chair, sending out a loud crash. He clenched his teeth as he tried to move back to his original position, hoping they hadn't heard.
But of course, his luck was bad, and they did in fact hear. He leaned his head against the pole and stared up at them as they stood over him once more. Harley cracked her knuckles and swung her fists back and forth, taunting him in hopes that he'd crack under the pressure.
"What you doing boy?" She leaned against the pole, directly over him, staring him straight down in the eyes.
Bosco gave a sarcastic grin. "Testing the chair's durability." He knew that would light a fire under her ass, he just loved doing that.
Harley took a deep breath in and looked over at Jackie. "You just had to pick a smart ass didn't you?" She grabbed a small, Swiss Army knife from her back pocket and opened it, waving it in front of his face.
Jackie broke the silence. "Earlier you said I did good. You didn't complain about his looks now did ya?"
Harley just gave her a look that would freeze hell over and drew herself back to Bosco. She clicked the knife against her front teeth and ran the blade down Bosco's cheek. "You know what it feels like for a knife to go all the way through your body? In through you stomach, out through your back?" She continued to run the knife over his face and down his lips.
He stared down at the blade as best as he could. He wasn't sure how to answer her; all he could feel was the coldness of the metal and her hot breath down his neck.
"When someone asks you a question you answer." She applied pressure to the knife and cut a small slit down his left cheek.
He jerked away. "No, I've never felt a knife go through me."
She pulled the knife away and wiped the blood on his shirt. "I knew I could get pretty boy here to talk." She looked around at the other girls and then back at him. "You wanna know how it feels to have a knife go through you?"
"Not particularly." He wiped some of the blood away with his shoulder and stared down as it soaked into his shirt.
She stood up again and closed the knife. "Why did you knock that chair over then?"
He could feel more blood pour out, luckily it was just a small flesh wound and a scab would be forming soon. He looked over at the chair, then back to her. "I was moving my legs to get comfortable and it fell."
She gave out another raspy laugh, causing the other women to smile as well. "You aren't in this to be comfortable. What do you think this is, a game? City boy here wants to be pampered. That's too damn bad." She snarled and walked away.
He let out a sigh of relief; thankful they were gone.... for now.
~~
Faith sat in the RMP and stared out the window. The car was quiet, almost too quiet for her taste. She had ducked out of three calls, not because of the fact that she didn't want to go, just because she didn't even hear central call anyone. Her mind was so intently focused on Bosco not being here that she just didn't listen.
She kept her eyes open for any semi trucks that would come by, but she hadn't seen any yet. "5-5 David, boss needs you at the station."
Faith queued her radio. "10-4." She made a quick U turn and in no time was at the station, her mind wondering in so many directions.
~~
She ran her hands over her shirt as she entered Swersky's office. She hoped to God he had some good news but the look on his face was intent, like he was eager to get something done. She sat down across from him and waited while he finished his phone call up.
He hung the phone up and placed his hands on his desk. "Yokas, have you heard from Boscorelli yet?" He moved around some papers, what she was guessing was a nervous act on his part since one of his officers was missing.
She looked from side to side and then back at him. "No sir, I haven't heard anything."
"Have you tried calling his apartment?" He knew she had, but he needed to ask just to make sure.
Faith nodded, licking her lips. "Yes sir, several times. You want me to go check? Maybe he's just sleeping or something, maybe he forgot he had to work today and he turned his ringer off." She shrugged, knowing that more than likely wasn't the case.
He leaned back in his chair and thought about what she had just said. "Sure, I'll send Sully and Davis with you."
~~
They made their way up the stairs to his apartment door, the silence throughout the building was eerie. She just knew he wasn't home but what harm would it be to check it out anyway? Maybe her luck would change.
She watched as Sully opened the door and they all three walked inside. The apartment was somewhat messy, not as bad as she had pictured. Not a sound came from any room as they walked their way through. She opened his bedroom door and no Bosco was present.
She met them back in the living room.
"No sign of him where we looked." Davis looked around the living room.
Faith nodded. She knew he wouldn't be here or he would've answered his phone. It just wasn't like him to duck calls. "Okay, let's tell Swersky."
~~
Bosco lay in the same place and wondered what the girls had planned. He had been there for what he was guessing for quite awhile, and his body was starting to grow sore from the heavy blows he endured, and the awkward position he was laying.
Surely someone from work had noticed he was missing. He heard footsteps once more causing his heart to beat faster as Harley and Jackie appeared, but no one else. Jackie held a .45 glock in her hand and he watched as she tapped it against her thigh.
Harley cut through the rope that had him tied up and picked him up by the throat, her grip hard on his neck. She was a whole lot taller than him, he had to look up to see her face more clear. He gasped for a few breaths of air as she loosened her grip on him.
"Change of scenery for you pretty boy." She pulled his shirt, causing it to rip slightly as she guided him to a small, custodian closet in the back of the diner. "Hope you like dark places with tons of spiders." She laughed as she looked back at Jackie who still held the gun.
Bosco hated closets, he always had. He suddenly had the urge to hit her, now was his chance since he wasn't restrained. He reared back and hit her hard across the face, sending her body in a free fall towards the hard wood floor.
His legs told him to run, so that's what he did. He jumped through a small glass window, the shards piercing his skin as he hit the ground hard. He could hear footsteps running after him and the echo of a gunshot ring out through his ears.
He didn't even feel the bullet enter until after he fell. He looked down at his leg, noticing the blood flowing all over the dirt beneath him. Jackie had hit him in the calf. Luckily the bullet only brushed his skin, but the wound was painful enough for him to stop running. The wound screamed out with pain and burned like fire.
He crawled across the dirt, dragging his legs but of course, they caught up to him. Jackie cocked the hammer back on the gun again. "You want me to shoot you again? I will."
Harley grabbed the gun from Jackie and hit Bosco across the face with the butt of it. "Listen to me pretty boy, you are gonna die. Not as of right now, but believe me, we will kill you. We've already killed other guys, you are just next on the list. You trying to escape like that just made you death more painful."
Bosco clenched his teeth. "You won't kill me. You have no idea who you are messing with." Sweat poured into his eyes, burning them slightly.
"Oh really?" Harley's voice squeaked and the sarcasm was present in the tone. "I've got the gun. The gun makes the rules. You are the one on your back, bleeding. Your life is in my hands. So just what makes you think that I won't kill you?"
The wind began to pick up, sending a cool breeze down on them. Bosco tried to roll over but Harley stopped him with her foot. She glanced at Jackie. "You search this loser? Check his wallet and stuff?"
Jackie shrugged. "No."
Harley squatted down beside him and searched his pockets, finding his cell phone and wallet. She quickly smashed the cell phone on a tree and watched as the pieces fell to the dirt. She then opened up his wallet, finding his driver license and of course, his badge. She held it up for Jackie to see.
"What did he say his job was?"
Jackie looked at the badge. "He said he worked for the city."
Harley read over the driver license. "Maurice Louis Boscorelli. Geez, did your mama hate you when she named you? That's the dumbest name I've ever heard."
Bosco couldn't fight off the smart ellick remark that he had on the tip of his tongue. "As opposed to your name being Harley? Is your last name Davidson?" He kept his eye on the gun that was still being pointed at him. If it weren't for that he would've already made run for it.
This flared up Harley's anger. "You son of a bitch!" She stood up and kicked him over and over, causing him to black out from time to time. Jackie pulled her back.
"Save it Harley, we'll kill him later, that will be the fun in it. Don't waste it right now."
Harley snarled. "This is the worst one yet. Got the biggest mouth on him." She wiped away some sweat that formed on her brow. "So you are a cop?"
"That's what the badge says, doesn't it?"
Harley pulled him up by the hair. "Lock his ass up in the closet. I'm tired of this. Oh, and Maurice, you better start praying to God for forgiveness of sins. Your day of reckoning is coming soon."
~~
Swersky paced back and forth, wondering what the hell was going on with one of his best officers. This just wasn't right; when Bosco didn't come in he called to let them know. And that was once in a blue moon when he even did that.
Faith watched. "Sir, could we possibly send someone up there to check things out? It is possible those truckers have him right?"
Swersky gave out a groan, acknowledging that he heard her. "We've got detectives up there right now. They haven't made a move because they need a warrant."
Faith's eyes widened. "What? A warrant! Don't they have enough to go on?"
Davis grabbed Faith's arm. "It'll be okay. Just keep your cool."
Tears ran down Faith's cheeks. "Keep my cool? I have no idea what is going on. Bosco could be dead for all we know and here we are, sitting here, twiddling our thumbs about it."
Sully broke in. "Couldn't you send someone from down here just to go check things out? Just to reassure that things are okay?"
Swersky shook his head no. "No, they don't want anyone else up there, it'll ruin the investigation. Our best bet is just to stay here and see how it goes. That's all I can say. Bosco may not even be involved in this. Maybe he had a family emergency. You said he was up there visiting his brother right?"
Faith nodded in between sobs. "Yeah. But the bad thoughts are still here."
~~
Bosco hated the dark. This reminded him all to well of his childhood. Locked in the closet with wounds that sent sharp pains through his body. He suddenly felt overwhelmed, like this was it for him. Questions arose in his mind.
Would this be the way he was going to die?
Had God had this written out for him since the day he was born?
Unanswered questions, things that could make anyone go crazy.
He reached down and felt of the leg wound. Luckily it had stopped bleeding but it was still hurting. He just knew some kind of infection would show up from him being in the disgusting closet that he was in.
He ran his hands over his face. The dried sweat made him feel gross. His clothes had caked on dirt and mud, not to mention the blood that Harley had wiped on him from the knife blade. His body felt sorer than after a hard workout. He could just feel small knots forming on his stomach where he had been kicked so many times.
His breathing grew heavy, wondering why no help had been sent his way yet. Too bad he wasn't a punctual person, then they would've realized right away that something was up. He knew his friends at the 55 were smart, so he kept his faith up in hopes that they'd be there soon, or it'd be too late.
She knocked on his door and he welcomed her right in. "Faith, you are working solo today. You have any idea where Bosco could be?"
"No sir." She shook her head. "He went out of town yesterday to visit someone and that's the last I've heard."
Swersky nodded and took a long sip of coffee. "Right. Okay, well for now just work alone. Stay safe. If he calls you, tell me."
"Yes sir."
~~
Bosco was somewhat relieved when the women left, he was guessing outside the building. He tried to move around the pole but they had him restrained good, better than he could do. He licked his lips and shifted his weight off of his right hip to his left and gave out a low groan. Could his luck get any worse?
He tried to listen through the window at them talking, but all he heard were mumbled voices and faint laughter. He tried to slide closer but knocked over a chair, sending out a loud crash. He clenched his teeth as he tried to move back to his original position, hoping they hadn't heard.
But of course, his luck was bad, and they did in fact hear. He leaned his head against the pole and stared up at them as they stood over him once more. Harley cracked her knuckles and swung her fists back and forth, taunting him in hopes that he'd crack under the pressure.
"What you doing boy?" She leaned against the pole, directly over him, staring him straight down in the eyes.
Bosco gave a sarcastic grin. "Testing the chair's durability." He knew that would light a fire under her ass, he just loved doing that.
Harley took a deep breath in and looked over at Jackie. "You just had to pick a smart ass didn't you?" She grabbed a small, Swiss Army knife from her back pocket and opened it, waving it in front of his face.
Jackie broke the silence. "Earlier you said I did good. You didn't complain about his looks now did ya?"
Harley just gave her a look that would freeze hell over and drew herself back to Bosco. She clicked the knife against her front teeth and ran the blade down Bosco's cheek. "You know what it feels like for a knife to go all the way through your body? In through you stomach, out through your back?" She continued to run the knife over his face and down his lips.
He stared down at the blade as best as he could. He wasn't sure how to answer her; all he could feel was the coldness of the metal and her hot breath down his neck.
"When someone asks you a question you answer." She applied pressure to the knife and cut a small slit down his left cheek.
He jerked away. "No, I've never felt a knife go through me."
She pulled the knife away and wiped the blood on his shirt. "I knew I could get pretty boy here to talk." She looked around at the other girls and then back at him. "You wanna know how it feels to have a knife go through you?"
"Not particularly." He wiped some of the blood away with his shoulder and stared down as it soaked into his shirt.
She stood up again and closed the knife. "Why did you knock that chair over then?"
He could feel more blood pour out, luckily it was just a small flesh wound and a scab would be forming soon. He looked over at the chair, then back to her. "I was moving my legs to get comfortable and it fell."
She gave out another raspy laugh, causing the other women to smile as well. "You aren't in this to be comfortable. What do you think this is, a game? City boy here wants to be pampered. That's too damn bad." She snarled and walked away.
He let out a sigh of relief; thankful they were gone.... for now.
~~
Faith sat in the RMP and stared out the window. The car was quiet, almost too quiet for her taste. She had ducked out of three calls, not because of the fact that she didn't want to go, just because she didn't even hear central call anyone. Her mind was so intently focused on Bosco not being here that she just didn't listen.
She kept her eyes open for any semi trucks that would come by, but she hadn't seen any yet. "5-5 David, boss needs you at the station."
Faith queued her radio. "10-4." She made a quick U turn and in no time was at the station, her mind wondering in so many directions.
~~
She ran her hands over her shirt as she entered Swersky's office. She hoped to God he had some good news but the look on his face was intent, like he was eager to get something done. She sat down across from him and waited while he finished his phone call up.
He hung the phone up and placed his hands on his desk. "Yokas, have you heard from Boscorelli yet?" He moved around some papers, what she was guessing was a nervous act on his part since one of his officers was missing.
She looked from side to side and then back at him. "No sir, I haven't heard anything."
"Have you tried calling his apartment?" He knew she had, but he needed to ask just to make sure.
Faith nodded, licking her lips. "Yes sir, several times. You want me to go check? Maybe he's just sleeping or something, maybe he forgot he had to work today and he turned his ringer off." She shrugged, knowing that more than likely wasn't the case.
He leaned back in his chair and thought about what she had just said. "Sure, I'll send Sully and Davis with you."
~~
They made their way up the stairs to his apartment door, the silence throughout the building was eerie. She just knew he wasn't home but what harm would it be to check it out anyway? Maybe her luck would change.
She watched as Sully opened the door and they all three walked inside. The apartment was somewhat messy, not as bad as she had pictured. Not a sound came from any room as they walked their way through. She opened his bedroom door and no Bosco was present.
She met them back in the living room.
"No sign of him where we looked." Davis looked around the living room.
Faith nodded. She knew he wouldn't be here or he would've answered his phone. It just wasn't like him to duck calls. "Okay, let's tell Swersky."
~~
Bosco lay in the same place and wondered what the girls had planned. He had been there for what he was guessing for quite awhile, and his body was starting to grow sore from the heavy blows he endured, and the awkward position he was laying.
Surely someone from work had noticed he was missing. He heard footsteps once more causing his heart to beat faster as Harley and Jackie appeared, but no one else. Jackie held a .45 glock in her hand and he watched as she tapped it against her thigh.
Harley cut through the rope that had him tied up and picked him up by the throat, her grip hard on his neck. She was a whole lot taller than him, he had to look up to see her face more clear. He gasped for a few breaths of air as she loosened her grip on him.
"Change of scenery for you pretty boy." She pulled his shirt, causing it to rip slightly as she guided him to a small, custodian closet in the back of the diner. "Hope you like dark places with tons of spiders." She laughed as she looked back at Jackie who still held the gun.
Bosco hated closets, he always had. He suddenly had the urge to hit her, now was his chance since he wasn't restrained. He reared back and hit her hard across the face, sending her body in a free fall towards the hard wood floor.
His legs told him to run, so that's what he did. He jumped through a small glass window, the shards piercing his skin as he hit the ground hard. He could hear footsteps running after him and the echo of a gunshot ring out through his ears.
He didn't even feel the bullet enter until after he fell. He looked down at his leg, noticing the blood flowing all over the dirt beneath him. Jackie had hit him in the calf. Luckily the bullet only brushed his skin, but the wound was painful enough for him to stop running. The wound screamed out with pain and burned like fire.
He crawled across the dirt, dragging his legs but of course, they caught up to him. Jackie cocked the hammer back on the gun again. "You want me to shoot you again? I will."
Harley grabbed the gun from Jackie and hit Bosco across the face with the butt of it. "Listen to me pretty boy, you are gonna die. Not as of right now, but believe me, we will kill you. We've already killed other guys, you are just next on the list. You trying to escape like that just made you death more painful."
Bosco clenched his teeth. "You won't kill me. You have no idea who you are messing with." Sweat poured into his eyes, burning them slightly.
"Oh really?" Harley's voice squeaked and the sarcasm was present in the tone. "I've got the gun. The gun makes the rules. You are the one on your back, bleeding. Your life is in my hands. So just what makes you think that I won't kill you?"
The wind began to pick up, sending a cool breeze down on them. Bosco tried to roll over but Harley stopped him with her foot. She glanced at Jackie. "You search this loser? Check his wallet and stuff?"
Jackie shrugged. "No."
Harley squatted down beside him and searched his pockets, finding his cell phone and wallet. She quickly smashed the cell phone on a tree and watched as the pieces fell to the dirt. She then opened up his wallet, finding his driver license and of course, his badge. She held it up for Jackie to see.
"What did he say his job was?"
Jackie looked at the badge. "He said he worked for the city."
Harley read over the driver license. "Maurice Louis Boscorelli. Geez, did your mama hate you when she named you? That's the dumbest name I've ever heard."
Bosco couldn't fight off the smart ellick remark that he had on the tip of his tongue. "As opposed to your name being Harley? Is your last name Davidson?" He kept his eye on the gun that was still being pointed at him. If it weren't for that he would've already made run for it.
This flared up Harley's anger. "You son of a bitch!" She stood up and kicked him over and over, causing him to black out from time to time. Jackie pulled her back.
"Save it Harley, we'll kill him later, that will be the fun in it. Don't waste it right now."
Harley snarled. "This is the worst one yet. Got the biggest mouth on him." She wiped away some sweat that formed on her brow. "So you are a cop?"
"That's what the badge says, doesn't it?"
Harley pulled him up by the hair. "Lock his ass up in the closet. I'm tired of this. Oh, and Maurice, you better start praying to God for forgiveness of sins. Your day of reckoning is coming soon."
~~
Swersky paced back and forth, wondering what the hell was going on with one of his best officers. This just wasn't right; when Bosco didn't come in he called to let them know. And that was once in a blue moon when he even did that.
Faith watched. "Sir, could we possibly send someone up there to check things out? It is possible those truckers have him right?"
Swersky gave out a groan, acknowledging that he heard her. "We've got detectives up there right now. They haven't made a move because they need a warrant."
Faith's eyes widened. "What? A warrant! Don't they have enough to go on?"
Davis grabbed Faith's arm. "It'll be okay. Just keep your cool."
Tears ran down Faith's cheeks. "Keep my cool? I have no idea what is going on. Bosco could be dead for all we know and here we are, sitting here, twiddling our thumbs about it."
Sully broke in. "Couldn't you send someone from down here just to go check things out? Just to reassure that things are okay?"
Swersky shook his head no. "No, they don't want anyone else up there, it'll ruin the investigation. Our best bet is just to stay here and see how it goes. That's all I can say. Bosco may not even be involved in this. Maybe he had a family emergency. You said he was up there visiting his brother right?"
Faith nodded in between sobs. "Yeah. But the bad thoughts are still here."
~~
Bosco hated the dark. This reminded him all to well of his childhood. Locked in the closet with wounds that sent sharp pains through his body. He suddenly felt overwhelmed, like this was it for him. Questions arose in his mind.
Would this be the way he was going to die?
Had God had this written out for him since the day he was born?
Unanswered questions, things that could make anyone go crazy.
He reached down and felt of the leg wound. Luckily it had stopped bleeding but it was still hurting. He just knew some kind of infection would show up from him being in the disgusting closet that he was in.
He ran his hands over his face. The dried sweat made him feel gross. His clothes had caked on dirt and mud, not to mention the blood that Harley had wiped on him from the knife blade. His body felt sorer than after a hard workout. He could just feel small knots forming on his stomach where he had been kicked so many times.
His breathing grew heavy, wondering why no help had been sent his way yet. Too bad he wasn't a punctual person, then they would've realized right away that something was up. He knew his friends at the 55 were smart, so he kept his faith up in hopes that they'd be there soon, or it'd be too late.