Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Third Watch. And any opinions expressed by them in this story are in no way a reflection of the people that do own them.
Author's note: I want to thank all the readers that have taken the time to review. I hope you all are following this story, there are a lot of twists to it. Stick with me...it is gonna get really devious.
Previously in this story: Cruz convinces Bosco to spy on Faith for information that she thinks Sully gave her, and also bugs Sully's apartment, unaware that he knows she did. Sully plots with Faith and Ty to lead Cruz and Bosco on a wild goose chase. Bosco lied to Faith.
~Chapter Seven~
A few days have gone by and Bosco is still working with Cruz, Davis is still working with Gusler, Sully is still on suspension, and Faith is now back to work at the control desk.
[Jackie Harris' apartment]
Jackie is getting ready for work. She grabs a sweater, her purse, and her keys off the table. Taking one last look around the apartment to be sure she isn't forgetting anything, she walks out the door and pulls it shut behind her. She hops in her car, and before backing out of the parking spot, she glances up at the picture that she has tucked into her visor, of her and Ty sitting together in a café. She smiles, wondering what plans he'll be making for tonight when he comes over after work.
She has driven a few blocks when she hears the quick blare of a siren behind her. Glancing into her rear view mirror, she sees a police car behind her with it's lights on. She glances nervously at her speedometer. She is not speeding, so she glances around to see if maybe she ran a light or blew through a stop sign, but she's sure she didn't. As she pulls to the curb, she watches in the mirror to see if maybe he will go around her, but he doesn't. The RMP pulls up behind her and parks.
A smile comes to her lips, as it dawns on her, that this is probably Ty messing with her. Now she isn't sure if she is pleased it's him or if she is mad because he made her nervous, and possibly late for work. She rolls her window down and waits for the cop to approach, and as he walks up, she says, "Don't you jerks have anything better to do than bother the working..."
She stops abruptly when the officer bends down to her window, and she realizes it isn't Ty. She blushes and glances over nervously at the second officer walking up on the passenger side. That isn't Ty either.
"Good afternoon miss. Can I see your license and registration." He says politely, ignoring her remark.
"Yes officer...I'm sorry I thought you were someone else." She blurts out as she frantically digs them out of her glove box and hands them to him.
He asks her where she is going, and as he looks over the papers she handed him, he asks, "Do you know why we pulled you over?"
"No...not really. I thought you were my boyfriend. Maybe you know him...Ty Davis." Then she smiles at him awkwardly, trying not to look like she is hinting for him to let her out of a ticket.
"He looks at her sternly and says, "No miss...we pulled you over because you have no tail lights."
"None?" She says shocked.
"No ma'am. I can see that your vehicle has been inspected recently, so I won't ticket you for this, but you need to get them fixed immediately."
"But...what could cause that. They couldn't have all blown out at once."
"Has your car been rear-ended lately?" The second officer asks, noticing that she is a very pretty girl.
"No...not that I know of."
"It could be a blown fuse." The first officer suggests.
The second officer walks to the back trying to impress her by being helpful. "Well, nothing back here is broken. Why don't you open your trunk and we'll take a look. Maybe it's something I can fix for you right here." Then he smiles at her.
"That would be great...I'm on my way to work and I don't want to be late." She grabs the keys from the ignition, climbs out of the car, and leads them around to the trunk.
Jackie opens her trunk, and leans in to look at her lights. She notices that the wires, that should be plugged into the back of the light fixtures, are all unplugged. "Look...here's the problem." She plugs one in and then glances up at the officer to her right. "How in the world..."
She stops in mid sentence, noticing that the two officers are staring suspiciously at each other. "What's wrong?" she asks, looking from one to the other.
"Miss...would you step away from the car please." He takes her by the arm and makes her step backwards.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Just step back. Is this your vehicle?"
"Yes . You saw my registration. What's wrong?"
The first officer guides her to the sidewalk, as the second officer reaches into the trunk and pulls out a large Ziploc bag of pot. "Is this yours?"
"No! Where did you get that?"
The two officers start questioning her. "Has someone else been driving your car?"
"No!" she repeats. She pulls away from the officers grasp, and runs over to the trunk. Looking in she sees three more large bags of pot, a bag filled with small packets of white powder, and other paraphernalia like pipes, a mirror with a straw and blade, and a syringe. All laying half covered by a blanket she had in the trunk.
"Oh my God...what is all this. This isn't mine."
The officer grabs her arm again and walks her around to the front of the car. "Ok...empty out your pockets."
"No. That stuff is NOT mine. You have to believe me. I don't know where it came from." She is getting scared. She is trying to hold herself together, but she can feel the tears starting to come. "Please...you have to believe me."
"Miss...empty your pockets or..."
She pulls away from him, and through tears she says, "I don't know what's going on here. Where did that come from?"
"Ok...just calm down. I need you to empty your pockets and ..."
She pulls away again, and every time he tries to take her arm, she shoves him away. "You can't arrest me...I don't do drugs." she cries. She is getting more frantic now, and the officer realizes he is loosing control of the situation. He is afraid she is going to try to run, so he quickly grabs her hard by the arm and jerks her towards him, and pushes her face down onto the hood of the car.
He quickly cuffs her hands behind her back and she is sobbing so hard now, that her words can not be understood. One officer searches her, as the other one tries to calm her. They lead her to the RMP and place her in the back seat.
One of the officers gets in the front seat of the car and keeps trying to reason with her while they wait for a tow truck to arrive. He tells her she needs to stop crying. The tears are not going to get her off the hook. She asks him to call Ty on the radio, but he won't do it. He tells her she can make a phone call when they get to the precinct.
[At the 55 precinct]
As Faith walks up behind the desk, she notices that there are quite a few transients sitting on the benches, all cuffed together. She says under her breath, "Oh great."
"Yokas...I'm so glad your here. I thought I'd have to process all these fine citizens myself."
"Hi Jablonski. What the hell is going on?"
"Councilman Braxton was in the news again, slamming the mayor about the transients on the lower east side, and how he just ignores the plight of the homeless. His solution was to have the chief raid the abandoned buildings and get them off the streets and out of sight for a while, till this blows over."
"Great. So now they're our problem."
"No...now they're 'your' problem. I'm off in five minutes."
"Well...where are the arresting officers?"
"55-Frankie went for coffee. I told them they had a few minutes to kill before you came on." She glares at him, but he doesn't see it. He leaves quickly, yelling "have a goodnight" over his shoulder.
When the officers return, they un-cuff their prisoners and bring them up to the desk, one at a time. They tell Faith their name and she enters them into the police computer, along with whatever offense they have been arrested for. Then the computer gives them an ID number for their file and it is added to their record if they already have one. Faith then has to collect any personal items, fill out an inventory form on them, and then place them in a sealed envelope to be locked away for safe keeping.
Most of the vagrants that were brought in, were found in possession of drugs, although not a very large amount. Normally the officers would over look such a small bust, but this was a special assignment, and they were instructed to find some reason to bring these people in, just to get them off the street. The ones that were not holding, were arrested for trespassing instead.
Faith gets five of them processed without any problem, before a young black woman is led to the desk, complaining loudly and shouting obscenities.
Without looking up, Faith says, "Name?"
"I know my rights. This is harassment, plain and simple. I'm not giving you my name or any information. I want to see a lawyer."
"Just tell me your name."
"You mother fuckers have no right to just grab people off the street. I'm an American citizen and I have rights."
Faith rolls her eyes, and turns to the arresting officers for help. "Any idea who miss America is?"
"She had no ID on her. But she was holding a couple of dime bags."
Then the girl says, "I'm a police informant. I have given information in exchange for being left alone. And you all are gonna be in some serious trouble for hassling me. In fact...I want to talk to Cruz. She owes me. I want to see her now. You go tell her I'm here."
"Cruz...it figures." Faith says to the officers, "Ok...just empty out her pockets. Give me her name when you run her prints." Then she says to the girl, "Congratulations, you just bitched your way into a longer stay at the hotel 55."
"I want to see Cruz...right now! You tell her if she don't get me outta here...I'll give up her little secret."
"And who should I say is asking to see her?"
"You tell her Sparkel Jones wants to see her."
"That's your name? Sparkel Jones?"
"Yah...you got somethin ta say about it?"
"Yah...is that with one 'L' or two?" And without waiting for a reply, she types the girl's name into the computer.
"You bitch...you just tell that fucker Cruz, that I'm here. I ain't gonna keep her secret for too long."
The officers frisk her. All they find in her pockets are a pair of mismatched gloves with holes in them, and a dirty green wool cap. They let her keep them in her possession, so Faith is done with this girl. One of the officers lead her off to fingerprinting, while the other brings over the next person.
[An hour later]
Jackie is escorted into the 55. Faith walks over and asks the arresting officers, "What do ya got?" as she pulls out a form.
They toss Jackie's purse onto the desk. "Drug possession."
"I told you...that stuff was not mine." She says in a shaky voice. "This is all a mistake."
Faith asks her name, and one of the officers tells her. She types it into the computer and then writes it on a form, then she glances at the girl, thinking to herself that she doesn't look like the typical druggie. She isn't acting like one either.
"I'm going to un-cuff your hands now. Get a tissue and try to calm down. After we get you processed you can make a phone call." One of the officers tells her.
"Can I call my mom?"
"You can call anyone you'd like. As soon as we're done."
Faith glances at the arresting officers. They seem to be sympathetic to the girl. She obviously isn't street hard.
"This can't be happening. I can't be arrested...I didn't do anything wrong."
Faith grabs Jackie's purse and dumps it out.
"What are you doing? That's mine."
"I have to inventory the contents in front of you. Then it gets sealed into this envelope and locked away. When you get released, you get this back, and we re-check it to make sure everything is still there."
"Please...you can't lock me up. This is a mistake. Those drugs were not mine."
"Then you have nothing to worry about." Faith says coldly.
"This is wrong. I don't do drugs. I don't know how those things got in my trunk. You can't arrest me...please." She starts crying hard.
Faith is writing down all the items as she places them back into the purse, but Jackie's sobbing is distracting her. She feels sorry for her, but damn it, the girl did have drugs on her. She is very scared and if they keep her scared, maybe this will deter her from doing this again. Faith hands her a tissue, but that is as nice as she's going to be. This girl needs to learn a lesson.
"What's gonna happen now?" Jackie asks.
Faith glances up at her, then looks down again quickly. "Um...you're gonna get fingerprinted, then you can make your call, and then you get put in a holding cell until your bail is set."
Jackie has stopped crying now, and is staring down at the floor. Then she looks up quickly, "Oh my God...I'm suppose to be at work. I need to call in. What do I tell them? I'm gonna loose my job over this." Then the tears flow again.
Faith says, "Look...just have someone call you in sick for a few days...you shouldn't loose your job unless you can't make bail."
"A few days? I'm gonna be here for a few days?"
"No...but you'll want time to talk to a lawyer."
"A lawyer...this is a nightmare. I can't afford a lawyer...how much will bail be?"
"That depends on how much they found on you."
"I have no idea what they found. It looked like a lot."
That was an odd thing for her to say. This girl is starting to sound believable. The fact that she wanted to call her mom instead of a lawyer, tells Faith that this girl has never been in trouble before. And the fact that she didn't know how much they found could mean that she isn't the one that put it there.
"I know you don't believe me, but it's like I've been set up or something. I don't know how that stuff got in my car. I can't believe this is happening."
Faith gets a pang of de ja vous. Her and Sully have been saying the same thing for the past week. She watches as the officers lead Jackie over to fingerprinting. And, although she shouldn't, she does feel sorry for this girl. She makes a mental note to check on her in a while.
It finally has gotten slow at the desk, and Faith takes the opportunity to get into the computer and run the names of the men that are framing Sully.
The young men in camouflage have been friends for a long time. John Barkley and Ryan Heath had been picked up at the age of nine and eight for shop-lifting together and then later for destruction of property for smashing windows of parked cars.
At age twelve, Barkley and Cain were arrested for auto theft, and Barkley and Heath were also picked up several times for robbery and assault when they reached their teens. Faith writes down the names of any other boys that were with either of these guys during their prior arrests. She also checks to see if Sully was involved in any of the arrests, but it looks as though he wasn't.
She runs the names of their accomplices and finds that two of them have been picked up and questioned in connection with the beatings. Still, she finds nothing connecting them to Sully. She plans to run the bombers name through the computer, to see if he has any connection with the camouflage guys, but she notices someone walking up to her out of the corner of her eye. She clicks the screen off.
"Hey...what's up?"
"Nothing Bos. How's ACU goin?"
"Boring. All paperwork. What are you looking up? Anything...you know...interesting?" He says nodding his head from side to side.
"No. It's been really busy. I'm just finishing up my paperwork." Then she folds the paper with the names of Barkley's accomplices on it, and tucks it into her shirt pocket.
He watches her suspiciously. "So...ya think ya may get to it soon? I've got a few minutes to kill. I can help."
"Not really. I have to follow up on one of the girls brought in today." She shuts the computer off and walks away.
Bosco turns it back on and opens the history button and a screen full of sites opens up. "Damn!" He has no idea what she may have been looking at.
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Author's note: I want to thank all the readers that have taken the time to review. I hope you all are following this story, there are a lot of twists to it. Stick with me...it is gonna get really devious.
Previously in this story: Cruz convinces Bosco to spy on Faith for information that she thinks Sully gave her, and also bugs Sully's apartment, unaware that he knows she did. Sully plots with Faith and Ty to lead Cruz and Bosco on a wild goose chase. Bosco lied to Faith.
~Chapter Seven~
A few days have gone by and Bosco is still working with Cruz, Davis is still working with Gusler, Sully is still on suspension, and Faith is now back to work at the control desk.
[Jackie Harris' apartment]
Jackie is getting ready for work. She grabs a sweater, her purse, and her keys off the table. Taking one last look around the apartment to be sure she isn't forgetting anything, she walks out the door and pulls it shut behind her. She hops in her car, and before backing out of the parking spot, she glances up at the picture that she has tucked into her visor, of her and Ty sitting together in a café. She smiles, wondering what plans he'll be making for tonight when he comes over after work.
She has driven a few blocks when she hears the quick blare of a siren behind her. Glancing into her rear view mirror, she sees a police car behind her with it's lights on. She glances nervously at her speedometer. She is not speeding, so she glances around to see if maybe she ran a light or blew through a stop sign, but she's sure she didn't. As she pulls to the curb, she watches in the mirror to see if maybe he will go around her, but he doesn't. The RMP pulls up behind her and parks.
A smile comes to her lips, as it dawns on her, that this is probably Ty messing with her. Now she isn't sure if she is pleased it's him or if she is mad because he made her nervous, and possibly late for work. She rolls her window down and waits for the cop to approach, and as he walks up, she says, "Don't you jerks have anything better to do than bother the working..."
She stops abruptly when the officer bends down to her window, and she realizes it isn't Ty. She blushes and glances over nervously at the second officer walking up on the passenger side. That isn't Ty either.
"Good afternoon miss. Can I see your license and registration." He says politely, ignoring her remark.
"Yes officer...I'm sorry I thought you were someone else." She blurts out as she frantically digs them out of her glove box and hands them to him.
He asks her where she is going, and as he looks over the papers she handed him, he asks, "Do you know why we pulled you over?"
"No...not really. I thought you were my boyfriend. Maybe you know him...Ty Davis." Then she smiles at him awkwardly, trying not to look like she is hinting for him to let her out of a ticket.
"He looks at her sternly and says, "No miss...we pulled you over because you have no tail lights."
"None?" She says shocked.
"No ma'am. I can see that your vehicle has been inspected recently, so I won't ticket you for this, but you need to get them fixed immediately."
"But...what could cause that. They couldn't have all blown out at once."
"Has your car been rear-ended lately?" The second officer asks, noticing that she is a very pretty girl.
"No...not that I know of."
"It could be a blown fuse." The first officer suggests.
The second officer walks to the back trying to impress her by being helpful. "Well, nothing back here is broken. Why don't you open your trunk and we'll take a look. Maybe it's something I can fix for you right here." Then he smiles at her.
"That would be great...I'm on my way to work and I don't want to be late." She grabs the keys from the ignition, climbs out of the car, and leads them around to the trunk.
Jackie opens her trunk, and leans in to look at her lights. She notices that the wires, that should be plugged into the back of the light fixtures, are all unplugged. "Look...here's the problem." She plugs one in and then glances up at the officer to her right. "How in the world..."
She stops in mid sentence, noticing that the two officers are staring suspiciously at each other. "What's wrong?" she asks, looking from one to the other.
"Miss...would you step away from the car please." He takes her by the arm and makes her step backwards.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Just step back. Is this your vehicle?"
"Yes . You saw my registration. What's wrong?"
The first officer guides her to the sidewalk, as the second officer reaches into the trunk and pulls out a large Ziploc bag of pot. "Is this yours?"
"No! Where did you get that?"
The two officers start questioning her. "Has someone else been driving your car?"
"No!" she repeats. She pulls away from the officers grasp, and runs over to the trunk. Looking in she sees three more large bags of pot, a bag filled with small packets of white powder, and other paraphernalia like pipes, a mirror with a straw and blade, and a syringe. All laying half covered by a blanket she had in the trunk.
"Oh my God...what is all this. This isn't mine."
The officer grabs her arm again and walks her around to the front of the car. "Ok...empty out your pockets."
"No. That stuff is NOT mine. You have to believe me. I don't know where it came from." She is getting scared. She is trying to hold herself together, but she can feel the tears starting to come. "Please...you have to believe me."
"Miss...empty your pockets or..."
She pulls away from him, and through tears she says, "I don't know what's going on here. Where did that come from?"
"Ok...just calm down. I need you to empty your pockets and ..."
She pulls away again, and every time he tries to take her arm, she shoves him away. "You can't arrest me...I don't do drugs." she cries. She is getting more frantic now, and the officer realizes he is loosing control of the situation. He is afraid she is going to try to run, so he quickly grabs her hard by the arm and jerks her towards him, and pushes her face down onto the hood of the car.
He quickly cuffs her hands behind her back and she is sobbing so hard now, that her words can not be understood. One officer searches her, as the other one tries to calm her. They lead her to the RMP and place her in the back seat.
One of the officers gets in the front seat of the car and keeps trying to reason with her while they wait for a tow truck to arrive. He tells her she needs to stop crying. The tears are not going to get her off the hook. She asks him to call Ty on the radio, but he won't do it. He tells her she can make a phone call when they get to the precinct.
[At the 55 precinct]
As Faith walks up behind the desk, she notices that there are quite a few transients sitting on the benches, all cuffed together. She says under her breath, "Oh great."
"Yokas...I'm so glad your here. I thought I'd have to process all these fine citizens myself."
"Hi Jablonski. What the hell is going on?"
"Councilman Braxton was in the news again, slamming the mayor about the transients on the lower east side, and how he just ignores the plight of the homeless. His solution was to have the chief raid the abandoned buildings and get them off the streets and out of sight for a while, till this blows over."
"Great. So now they're our problem."
"No...now they're 'your' problem. I'm off in five minutes."
"Well...where are the arresting officers?"
"55-Frankie went for coffee. I told them they had a few minutes to kill before you came on." She glares at him, but he doesn't see it. He leaves quickly, yelling "have a goodnight" over his shoulder.
When the officers return, they un-cuff their prisoners and bring them up to the desk, one at a time. They tell Faith their name and she enters them into the police computer, along with whatever offense they have been arrested for. Then the computer gives them an ID number for their file and it is added to their record if they already have one. Faith then has to collect any personal items, fill out an inventory form on them, and then place them in a sealed envelope to be locked away for safe keeping.
Most of the vagrants that were brought in, were found in possession of drugs, although not a very large amount. Normally the officers would over look such a small bust, but this was a special assignment, and they were instructed to find some reason to bring these people in, just to get them off the street. The ones that were not holding, were arrested for trespassing instead.
Faith gets five of them processed without any problem, before a young black woman is led to the desk, complaining loudly and shouting obscenities.
Without looking up, Faith says, "Name?"
"I know my rights. This is harassment, plain and simple. I'm not giving you my name or any information. I want to see a lawyer."
"Just tell me your name."
"You mother fuckers have no right to just grab people off the street. I'm an American citizen and I have rights."
Faith rolls her eyes, and turns to the arresting officers for help. "Any idea who miss America is?"
"She had no ID on her. But she was holding a couple of dime bags."
Then the girl says, "I'm a police informant. I have given information in exchange for being left alone. And you all are gonna be in some serious trouble for hassling me. In fact...I want to talk to Cruz. She owes me. I want to see her now. You go tell her I'm here."
"Cruz...it figures." Faith says to the officers, "Ok...just empty out her pockets. Give me her name when you run her prints." Then she says to the girl, "Congratulations, you just bitched your way into a longer stay at the hotel 55."
"I want to see Cruz...right now! You tell her if she don't get me outta here...I'll give up her little secret."
"And who should I say is asking to see her?"
"You tell her Sparkel Jones wants to see her."
"That's your name? Sparkel Jones?"
"Yah...you got somethin ta say about it?"
"Yah...is that with one 'L' or two?" And without waiting for a reply, she types the girl's name into the computer.
"You bitch...you just tell that fucker Cruz, that I'm here. I ain't gonna keep her secret for too long."
The officers frisk her. All they find in her pockets are a pair of mismatched gloves with holes in them, and a dirty green wool cap. They let her keep them in her possession, so Faith is done with this girl. One of the officers lead her off to fingerprinting, while the other brings over the next person.
[An hour later]
Jackie is escorted into the 55. Faith walks over and asks the arresting officers, "What do ya got?" as she pulls out a form.
They toss Jackie's purse onto the desk. "Drug possession."
"I told you...that stuff was not mine." She says in a shaky voice. "This is all a mistake."
Faith asks her name, and one of the officers tells her. She types it into the computer and then writes it on a form, then she glances at the girl, thinking to herself that she doesn't look like the typical druggie. She isn't acting like one either.
"I'm going to un-cuff your hands now. Get a tissue and try to calm down. After we get you processed you can make a phone call." One of the officers tells her.
"Can I call my mom?"
"You can call anyone you'd like. As soon as we're done."
Faith glances at the arresting officers. They seem to be sympathetic to the girl. She obviously isn't street hard.
"This can't be happening. I can't be arrested...I didn't do anything wrong."
Faith grabs Jackie's purse and dumps it out.
"What are you doing? That's mine."
"I have to inventory the contents in front of you. Then it gets sealed into this envelope and locked away. When you get released, you get this back, and we re-check it to make sure everything is still there."
"Please...you can't lock me up. This is a mistake. Those drugs were not mine."
"Then you have nothing to worry about." Faith says coldly.
"This is wrong. I don't do drugs. I don't know how those things got in my trunk. You can't arrest me...please." She starts crying hard.
Faith is writing down all the items as she places them back into the purse, but Jackie's sobbing is distracting her. She feels sorry for her, but damn it, the girl did have drugs on her. She is very scared and if they keep her scared, maybe this will deter her from doing this again. Faith hands her a tissue, but that is as nice as she's going to be. This girl needs to learn a lesson.
"What's gonna happen now?" Jackie asks.
Faith glances up at her, then looks down again quickly. "Um...you're gonna get fingerprinted, then you can make your call, and then you get put in a holding cell until your bail is set."
Jackie has stopped crying now, and is staring down at the floor. Then she looks up quickly, "Oh my God...I'm suppose to be at work. I need to call in. What do I tell them? I'm gonna loose my job over this." Then the tears flow again.
Faith says, "Look...just have someone call you in sick for a few days...you shouldn't loose your job unless you can't make bail."
"A few days? I'm gonna be here for a few days?"
"No...but you'll want time to talk to a lawyer."
"A lawyer...this is a nightmare. I can't afford a lawyer...how much will bail be?"
"That depends on how much they found on you."
"I have no idea what they found. It looked like a lot."
That was an odd thing for her to say. This girl is starting to sound believable. The fact that she wanted to call her mom instead of a lawyer, tells Faith that this girl has never been in trouble before. And the fact that she didn't know how much they found could mean that she isn't the one that put it there.
"I know you don't believe me, but it's like I've been set up or something. I don't know how that stuff got in my car. I can't believe this is happening."
Faith gets a pang of de ja vous. Her and Sully have been saying the same thing for the past week. She watches as the officers lead Jackie over to fingerprinting. And, although she shouldn't, she does feel sorry for this girl. She makes a mental note to check on her in a while.
It finally has gotten slow at the desk, and Faith takes the opportunity to get into the computer and run the names of the men that are framing Sully.
The young men in camouflage have been friends for a long time. John Barkley and Ryan Heath had been picked up at the age of nine and eight for shop-lifting together and then later for destruction of property for smashing windows of parked cars.
At age twelve, Barkley and Cain were arrested for auto theft, and Barkley and Heath were also picked up several times for robbery and assault when they reached their teens. Faith writes down the names of any other boys that were with either of these guys during their prior arrests. She also checks to see if Sully was involved in any of the arrests, but it looks as though he wasn't.
She runs the names of their accomplices and finds that two of them have been picked up and questioned in connection with the beatings. Still, she finds nothing connecting them to Sully. She plans to run the bombers name through the computer, to see if he has any connection with the camouflage guys, but she notices someone walking up to her out of the corner of her eye. She clicks the screen off.
"Hey...what's up?"
"Nothing Bos. How's ACU goin?"
"Boring. All paperwork. What are you looking up? Anything...you know...interesting?" He says nodding his head from side to side.
"No. It's been really busy. I'm just finishing up my paperwork." Then she folds the paper with the names of Barkley's accomplices on it, and tucks it into her shirt pocket.
He watches her suspiciously. "So...ya think ya may get to it soon? I've got a few minutes to kill. I can help."
"Not really. I have to follow up on one of the girls brought in today." She shuts the computer off and walks away.
Bosco turns it back on and opens the history button and a screen full of sites opens up. "Damn!" He has no idea what she may have been looking at.
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