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Author's note: Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate them. I'm glad you all got a chuckle out of that chapter. As usual, if you read this, please review it.
Previously in this story: Bosco goes under cover in a gay bar. Faith finds information that may clear Sully and works with Ty to get his girlfriend out of jail.
~Chapter ten~
[The next day]
Bosco walks into the locker room and as he starts to open his locker, he notices Gusler staring at him. Bosco slowly looks over, and Gusler, who is putting his pants on, holds them up in front of himself and says, "Hey, stop staring at me."
"What?" Bosco says all disgusted.
"You heard me." He waves his hand in a gay gesture. "Turn your head while I get dressed."
"Sully...and his big mouth!" Bosco shouts. He walks up to Gusler, who is now laughing, and grabs him by the shirt collar and says, "I'll kick your ass you little..."
"Help...unhand me or I'll slap you." Gusler says in a sissy voice. Then he gently slaps Bosco's face.
Bosco stops, stunned. Davis grabs him and pulls him away. "You keep your hands off my partner. You have your own male partner, from what I understand."
"Grow up, Davis. I was undercover. Don't you start saying things like that...I mean it."
"Undercover? That's what I heard. Sully says that you've been under the covers with this guy for about a year. Ouuu." Davis says smiling.
"Yah...that's the best undercover work I've ever seen. Posing as a straight cop. You had me fooled." Gusler chuckles.
"Son-of-a-bitch. I'll kill Sully. And I'll kill you, if you tell anyone else Davis...don't you try me."
"Try you? Don't flatter yourself...you're not my type. Ouuu."
Bosco grabs his weapon out of the locker and slams it shut. "I mean it Davis...I'm not in the mood for..."
"Boscorelli?" Another officer steps around the lockers.
"What do you want?" Bosco yells angrily at the guy.
"What the hell is your problem? I just need to ask you a question." The guy barks back at him.
"I'm sorry Jefferson. What do ya need to know?" Bosco says a little embarrassed.
"Do these shoes go with this shirt? I don't want to be a fashion faux pas." Then he bursts out laughing, and so do three other guys who were listening behind the locker.
Bosco pushes them aside as he storms out of the locker room, his face turning red.
"Oh no...he's going out to have a good cry." One of them taunts.
"Bosco...you're so sensitive." Another teases as they all laugh.
********
While the other officers are at roll call, Faith is already settling in behind the control desk. She notices an officer in plain clothes approaching the desk, escorting a prisoner in hand cuffs. She has never seen him before.
"Hi...can I help you?"
"Yes...I'm detective Minetti. I'm from the two three out of Wiltshire, Pennsylvania. We stopped this guy for a traffic violation and discovered he's wanted up here for murder."
Looking surprised Faith says, "And you brought him all the way here yourself?"
"Well...special circumstances. This moron killed a guy, who's family has money and political connections. They wanted him brought back fast. I had vacation scheduled, to come up here and visit my family in Jersey, and they paid me O.T. to bring him along and drop him off on my way. It's paying for my vacation."
"Not a bad deal. Does he come with paperwork?"
"Here you go." He hands her a file.
"Great. My work is half done. Lock him to the bench over there and I'll take it from here. You can start your vacation."
"Thanks. Say...can you recommend a good restaurant where I can get a decent coffee and a good meal before I drive to Jersey? I'm starved."
"Sure...there's Shianno's. It's not far from here. I'll write ya directions."
"Great. And can you point me to the men's room? It's been a long drive."
"Down the end of this hall, and through the locker room." She watches him walk away and gets an idea. She types his name and precinct into the computer and his profile opens up. Grabbing a note paper, she writes down 'Minetti' along with the color, make and license plate number of Minetti's car. At the bottom she writes - Pennsylvania connection - Meet with family - Shianno's 4:00. On another paper she draws up directions to the restaurant.
Minetti comes back from the men's room. She gives him the directions to the restaurant. He thanks her and leaves, just as the officers of the five-five come filtering out of roll call. She waves and calls Davis over. Bosco, watches as she talks quietly to Davis, sharing some secret. He sees her slide a note paper across the desk to him.
She tells Davis, "Bosco is walking over here. Take this paper, and let him get it from you somehow."
"Ok." He gives her an understanding smile.
Bosco walks up, and Davis quickly tries to put the paper into his pocket, missing on purpose. Davis turns to Faith and says, "See you later." leaving the paper on the floor where it landed as if he didn't notice.
Faith calls to him, "Good luck...be careful." as if she sent him on a dangerous mission.
Bosco puts his foot over the note that Davis dropped on the floor, trying to figure out how to pick it up with out Faith noticing.
"So where's Davis going?" He asks suspiciously.
"Out on patrol...why?"
"The way you said...never mind. Have you gotten any info for Sully?"
"No...I umm...haven't had time. It's been...umm...sort of busy." She says unconvincingly.
"Oh...ok." He says, looking around. He sees only one guy on the bench to be processed. He knows she is lying. She is keeping him out of the loop. He would feel guilty for sneaking this note that Davis dropped...but they've left him no choice.
The minute Faith turns her back, he grabs the note and heads to Cruz to fill her in on the latest development.
[Davis and Gusler head out on patrol]
Davis slides in behind the wheel. He seems to have a destination as he pulls out and heads left on Arthur. Normally he asks Gusler where he'd like to go for coffee.
"Where are we going?" Gusler asks.
"There's a guy we need to find. A skell named Andy Patrillo. Him...or Bobby Bronell."
"Well...what'd they do?" Gusler ask confused. He knows they haven't gotten a call.
"They run numbers for a bookie named Buttarozzi. They haven't done anything. We need to question them, that's all."
"This is about Faith's friend in lockup, isn't it? I've been paying attention."
"You got a problem with that?" Davis asks, looking over at him.
"No. I think it's kinda cool." He grins. "Like undercover work. Do you know what this guy looks like?"
"Yah...I know Andy. He hangs out at the pool hall on a hundred and fourth. That's where we're headed."
[Bosco and Cruz head out in their unmarked car]
Bosco shows the note to Cruz. "What do ya make of it?"
"It looks like Buford is branching out. He is making a connection with this guy from Pennsylvania. Lets run this plate and make sure it does belong to a guy named Minetti, and see what we can find out about him."
"We can't. If you run the plate, Faith will know what we're doin...she's on the desk."
"You're sure this is about Buford?"
"I'm sure Faith was sneaking this information to Davis. When I asked her about it, she acted really suspicious. Especially when she said she had no new information."
"Alright. Well...it's almost four o'clock now. Lets just see if this car even shows up in the first place."
As they pull into the parking lot, Bosco shouts, "Bingo. There it is. We goin inside?"
"No...we don't know what the guy looks like. Be patient. When he comes out, we'll follow him and see where he goes and who else he meets with."
"Ok." Bosco shrugs.
"This was good work, Boscorelli. We finally got some information that didn't end in a wild goose chase."
[Meanwhile, back at the pool hall]
Davis pulls up and parks. They both get out and he tells Gusler to wait out front. "If Andy sees me coming he may try to run. I need you to grab him if he runs out."
"I don' know what he looks like. How will I know him if he does?"
Davis stops and looks at him a little annoyed. "He'll be the one running."
"Oh...right."
Davis heads into the pool hall and walks up to the proprietor, who is a heavy, older, black man, reading the news paper. The man looks up from his paper and eyes Davis up and down.
"Hi. I wonder if you gentlemen can help me." Davis says, noticing that the four other men that were shooting pool, have stopped and are looking over listening. "I'm looking for Andy Patrillo. I know he frequents this place."
"I ain't seen him in a few days...have you boys?" the old man says glancing over his paper at the pool shooters.
They all shake their heads no.
"What'd he do now?" The man asks in a slow lazy drawl.
"Nothing. I need some information from him." The old man laughs. Davis smiles and asks, "How about Bobby Bronell? Have you seen him around?"
"Bobby B. don't hang round here too much. What information you need that Andy could help you with? Ya know the boy ain't too bright." He starts to laugh, then goes into a coughing jag.
"A friend of his is missing. Billy Tarnell. Do you know him?"
"Billy...missing? Is he in trouble?"
"He may be. His family is worried enough to have called us."
"Shiiit...his family don't give a rats ass about him. Why are ya really lookin fer him?"
"Seriously...he's missing. We think he may have come to some harm. We just want to find him. None of these boys are in any trouble."
Behind him, the door to the pool hall opens and a young man enters. All the men look over at him nervously. The old black man says to Davis, "Well...there ya go now." He nods towards the door and he points to the man that walked in.
As Davis turns to look, the man stops abruptly, turns and darts back out the door. Davis yells for him to stop, and yells out for Gusler to grab him.
Gusler hears a commotion from inside and hurries towards the door. Suddenly it bursts open and a man comes running out, running full force into Gusler. Their heads bang together with a 'clack' sound and both men spill to the sidewalk, holding their heads.
Andy scrambles to get up. Davis walks up and, grabbing him by the back of his shirt, he lifts him to his feet. "Where ya going in such a hurry Andy?"
"Hey...I didn't do anything wrong. Why are you hassling me?"
"If you did nothing wrong...then why are you running from me?"
"I wasn't running from you officer Davis, I was...ah...jogging."
"Gusler...are you all right? You stand right there Andy." Davis says, as he helps Gusler to his feet.
"Yah." Gusler says. "I'm gonna have a welt though." He rubs his head.
"Nice job...you caught this hardened felon." Davis says, turning his attention back to Andy.
"Aw...c'mon Davis. I really wasn't doing anything. I just wanted to shoot some pool." Andy pleads.
"And you can...in a minute...I just need some information. That's all."
"That's all you want?"
"That's all. Tell me where Billy Tarnell is."
"Billy? Man...that's a tough one. He skipped town, dude. Honest...I'd tell ya if I knew."
"Ok...tell me why he skipped town."
Andy looks around. "Well...he kinda lost some money that didn't belong to him. Now he's afraid. You know...of gettin his arms broke."
"Yah? How'd he loose this money?"
"You aren't gonna believe me."
"Try me." Davis says.
"He got mugged...by a cop."
"A cop? Ya sure?"
"He says he got pulled into an alley by this tough Latino bitch, and she rolled him."
"So why'd he think she was a cop?"
"Because she's arrested him before. She jacked him up against the wall and frisked him. He thought she was arresting him again. But then she took his bag of money and split. He'd have been better off with his boss if he'd been arrested. That's why he had to disappear."
"Did he tell you this cops name?"
"No."
"How much money did he have?"
"A few grand."
"And what kind of bag did he have?"
"A book bag...you know...the kind you sling over your back."
"Do you think he'd be willing to come in and identify this cop?"
"You mean like a police line up? No way...there's no way Buttarozzi would let him do that. He'd be a dead man for sure."
"Alright Andy...how about this..." He takes Andy to the car and pulls out a clip board with a bunch of blank reports, and hands one to Andy. "You give this to him..."
"I don't know where he..."
"Ah...Ah...Ah...I know ya do. Just give this to him. Have him fill this out. Everything you just told me. About the cop...being frisked...I need to know the date and the exact amount missing...and have him say he was mugged delivering food from Buttarozzi's restaurant. Bring it to this pool hall and I'll pick it up later. He don't even have to come in. I'll file the report for him. Tell him I'm gonna try to get his money back for him."
[Back at the precinct]
Faith gets a call from her friend in forensics, asking her to come and see her. She tells Lieu she needs a break and heads over to the forensics garage.
"Hi Libby, what's up? Ya find something?" Faith asks her friend.
"Yah. You said ya needed to know how this trunk was entered and you wanted the finger prints of who ever unplugged the tail lights. Is that all ya need?"
"Yah...did you find that out already?"
"Yah...I just did the quick work up first, coz I got the impression this car didn't belong with the other cars it was cataloged with, and you wanted it out of here quickly. Am I right?"
"Yes...you should have been a detective."
"Don't insult me...I'm doin you a favor." She says with a grin. "This is what I found." She walks over to the car where the inside cover of the door has been disassembled. "The trunk keyhole didn't look tampered with, so I took the door apart and found these spots in the locking mechanism, where the grease has been smeared off."
"What does that mean?"
"Someone used a jimmy bar to open the door. The kind that slides down into the window. That would mean they popped the trunk with the inside release so I took a print off the latch. I got a surprise hit on the print, so I took a print off the light plugs too...just to compare."
"And?"
"And...the print on both the latch and the plug, belonged to a cop."
"Was it one of the arresting officers?"
"You tell me...was Cruz the arresting officer?"
"Cruz?! Cruz was in this girls trunk?"
"I had a feeling that would surprise you. Cruz is known for planting evidence. Her name wasn't on the arrest file for this car...I checked. Look Faith, I don't know why Cruz is fuckin with the owner of this car, but if you pursue this, she can be one dangerous son-of-a-bitch."
"Yah...I know. I'll be careful."
"Well...I'm not just concerned about you...I don't want that psycho cop comin after me and my crew here. This information was not exactly found by the book. If you want to nail her for this, you'll have to find a way to get this paperwork through the proper channels. Someone with authority has to approve it."
"Right. I understand Libby. I appreciate you doin this for me. I really didn't know what I was getting you involved in. I'm sorry. You won't have any trouble over this, I promise. I'll have this car out of here before the end of the shift." Faith starts to leave.
"Ya know Faith...I'd love to see her get what's comen to her. Good luck."
"Thanks, Libby. I'm gonna try."
[The next day]
Davis picks up Sully and Faith, and the three of them go out for lunch to discuss their latest findings. It all boils down to Sergeant Cruz. Cruz got Faith suspended. Cruz framed Sully. And Cruz planted drugs in Jackie's trunk.
They have evidence to prove these facts and clear themselves. But that's not enough. The punishment for her deeds, may be only a suspension or even as lenient as a reprimand in her file. And that will only make her plot more vengeance against them. No...they need to take care of her themselves, in a way that will be of her own account, and the punishment, comparable to the trouble she's caused all of them.
Author's note: Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate them. I'm glad you all got a chuckle out of that chapter. As usual, if you read this, please review it.
Previously in this story: Bosco goes under cover in a gay bar. Faith finds information that may clear Sully and works with Ty to get his girlfriend out of jail.
~Chapter ten~
[The next day]
Bosco walks into the locker room and as he starts to open his locker, he notices Gusler staring at him. Bosco slowly looks over, and Gusler, who is putting his pants on, holds them up in front of himself and says, "Hey, stop staring at me."
"What?" Bosco says all disgusted.
"You heard me." He waves his hand in a gay gesture. "Turn your head while I get dressed."
"Sully...and his big mouth!" Bosco shouts. He walks up to Gusler, who is now laughing, and grabs him by the shirt collar and says, "I'll kick your ass you little..."
"Help...unhand me or I'll slap you." Gusler says in a sissy voice. Then he gently slaps Bosco's face.
Bosco stops, stunned. Davis grabs him and pulls him away. "You keep your hands off my partner. You have your own male partner, from what I understand."
"Grow up, Davis. I was undercover. Don't you start saying things like that...I mean it."
"Undercover? That's what I heard. Sully says that you've been under the covers with this guy for about a year. Ouuu." Davis says smiling.
"Yah...that's the best undercover work I've ever seen. Posing as a straight cop. You had me fooled." Gusler chuckles.
"Son-of-a-bitch. I'll kill Sully. And I'll kill you, if you tell anyone else Davis...don't you try me."
"Try you? Don't flatter yourself...you're not my type. Ouuu."
Bosco grabs his weapon out of the locker and slams it shut. "I mean it Davis...I'm not in the mood for..."
"Boscorelli?" Another officer steps around the lockers.
"What do you want?" Bosco yells angrily at the guy.
"What the hell is your problem? I just need to ask you a question." The guy barks back at him.
"I'm sorry Jefferson. What do ya need to know?" Bosco says a little embarrassed.
"Do these shoes go with this shirt? I don't want to be a fashion faux pas." Then he bursts out laughing, and so do three other guys who were listening behind the locker.
Bosco pushes them aside as he storms out of the locker room, his face turning red.
"Oh no...he's going out to have a good cry." One of them taunts.
"Bosco...you're so sensitive." Another teases as they all laugh.
********
While the other officers are at roll call, Faith is already settling in behind the control desk. She notices an officer in plain clothes approaching the desk, escorting a prisoner in hand cuffs. She has never seen him before.
"Hi...can I help you?"
"Yes...I'm detective Minetti. I'm from the two three out of Wiltshire, Pennsylvania. We stopped this guy for a traffic violation and discovered he's wanted up here for murder."
Looking surprised Faith says, "And you brought him all the way here yourself?"
"Well...special circumstances. This moron killed a guy, who's family has money and political connections. They wanted him brought back fast. I had vacation scheduled, to come up here and visit my family in Jersey, and they paid me O.T. to bring him along and drop him off on my way. It's paying for my vacation."
"Not a bad deal. Does he come with paperwork?"
"Here you go." He hands her a file.
"Great. My work is half done. Lock him to the bench over there and I'll take it from here. You can start your vacation."
"Thanks. Say...can you recommend a good restaurant where I can get a decent coffee and a good meal before I drive to Jersey? I'm starved."
"Sure...there's Shianno's. It's not far from here. I'll write ya directions."
"Great. And can you point me to the men's room? It's been a long drive."
"Down the end of this hall, and through the locker room." She watches him walk away and gets an idea. She types his name and precinct into the computer and his profile opens up. Grabbing a note paper, she writes down 'Minetti' along with the color, make and license plate number of Minetti's car. At the bottom she writes - Pennsylvania connection - Meet with family - Shianno's 4:00. On another paper she draws up directions to the restaurant.
Minetti comes back from the men's room. She gives him the directions to the restaurant. He thanks her and leaves, just as the officers of the five-five come filtering out of roll call. She waves and calls Davis over. Bosco, watches as she talks quietly to Davis, sharing some secret. He sees her slide a note paper across the desk to him.
She tells Davis, "Bosco is walking over here. Take this paper, and let him get it from you somehow."
"Ok." He gives her an understanding smile.
Bosco walks up, and Davis quickly tries to put the paper into his pocket, missing on purpose. Davis turns to Faith and says, "See you later." leaving the paper on the floor where it landed as if he didn't notice.
Faith calls to him, "Good luck...be careful." as if she sent him on a dangerous mission.
Bosco puts his foot over the note that Davis dropped on the floor, trying to figure out how to pick it up with out Faith noticing.
"So where's Davis going?" He asks suspiciously.
"Out on patrol...why?"
"The way you said...never mind. Have you gotten any info for Sully?"
"No...I umm...haven't had time. It's been...umm...sort of busy." She says unconvincingly.
"Oh...ok." He says, looking around. He sees only one guy on the bench to be processed. He knows she is lying. She is keeping him out of the loop. He would feel guilty for sneaking this note that Davis dropped...but they've left him no choice.
The minute Faith turns her back, he grabs the note and heads to Cruz to fill her in on the latest development.
[Davis and Gusler head out on patrol]
Davis slides in behind the wheel. He seems to have a destination as he pulls out and heads left on Arthur. Normally he asks Gusler where he'd like to go for coffee.
"Where are we going?" Gusler asks.
"There's a guy we need to find. A skell named Andy Patrillo. Him...or Bobby Bronell."
"Well...what'd they do?" Gusler ask confused. He knows they haven't gotten a call.
"They run numbers for a bookie named Buttarozzi. They haven't done anything. We need to question them, that's all."
"This is about Faith's friend in lockup, isn't it? I've been paying attention."
"You got a problem with that?" Davis asks, looking over at him.
"No. I think it's kinda cool." He grins. "Like undercover work. Do you know what this guy looks like?"
"Yah...I know Andy. He hangs out at the pool hall on a hundred and fourth. That's where we're headed."
[Bosco and Cruz head out in their unmarked car]
Bosco shows the note to Cruz. "What do ya make of it?"
"It looks like Buford is branching out. He is making a connection with this guy from Pennsylvania. Lets run this plate and make sure it does belong to a guy named Minetti, and see what we can find out about him."
"We can't. If you run the plate, Faith will know what we're doin...she's on the desk."
"You're sure this is about Buford?"
"I'm sure Faith was sneaking this information to Davis. When I asked her about it, she acted really suspicious. Especially when she said she had no new information."
"Alright. Well...it's almost four o'clock now. Lets just see if this car even shows up in the first place."
As they pull into the parking lot, Bosco shouts, "Bingo. There it is. We goin inside?"
"No...we don't know what the guy looks like. Be patient. When he comes out, we'll follow him and see where he goes and who else he meets with."
"Ok." Bosco shrugs.
"This was good work, Boscorelli. We finally got some information that didn't end in a wild goose chase."
[Meanwhile, back at the pool hall]
Davis pulls up and parks. They both get out and he tells Gusler to wait out front. "If Andy sees me coming he may try to run. I need you to grab him if he runs out."
"I don' know what he looks like. How will I know him if he does?"
Davis stops and looks at him a little annoyed. "He'll be the one running."
"Oh...right."
Davis heads into the pool hall and walks up to the proprietor, who is a heavy, older, black man, reading the news paper. The man looks up from his paper and eyes Davis up and down.
"Hi. I wonder if you gentlemen can help me." Davis says, noticing that the four other men that were shooting pool, have stopped and are looking over listening. "I'm looking for Andy Patrillo. I know he frequents this place."
"I ain't seen him in a few days...have you boys?" the old man says glancing over his paper at the pool shooters.
They all shake their heads no.
"What'd he do now?" The man asks in a slow lazy drawl.
"Nothing. I need some information from him." The old man laughs. Davis smiles and asks, "How about Bobby Bronell? Have you seen him around?"
"Bobby B. don't hang round here too much. What information you need that Andy could help you with? Ya know the boy ain't too bright." He starts to laugh, then goes into a coughing jag.
"A friend of his is missing. Billy Tarnell. Do you know him?"
"Billy...missing? Is he in trouble?"
"He may be. His family is worried enough to have called us."
"Shiiit...his family don't give a rats ass about him. Why are ya really lookin fer him?"
"Seriously...he's missing. We think he may have come to some harm. We just want to find him. None of these boys are in any trouble."
Behind him, the door to the pool hall opens and a young man enters. All the men look over at him nervously. The old black man says to Davis, "Well...there ya go now." He nods towards the door and he points to the man that walked in.
As Davis turns to look, the man stops abruptly, turns and darts back out the door. Davis yells for him to stop, and yells out for Gusler to grab him.
Gusler hears a commotion from inside and hurries towards the door. Suddenly it bursts open and a man comes running out, running full force into Gusler. Their heads bang together with a 'clack' sound and both men spill to the sidewalk, holding their heads.
Andy scrambles to get up. Davis walks up and, grabbing him by the back of his shirt, he lifts him to his feet. "Where ya going in such a hurry Andy?"
"Hey...I didn't do anything wrong. Why are you hassling me?"
"If you did nothing wrong...then why are you running from me?"
"I wasn't running from you officer Davis, I was...ah...jogging."
"Gusler...are you all right? You stand right there Andy." Davis says, as he helps Gusler to his feet.
"Yah." Gusler says. "I'm gonna have a welt though." He rubs his head.
"Nice job...you caught this hardened felon." Davis says, turning his attention back to Andy.
"Aw...c'mon Davis. I really wasn't doing anything. I just wanted to shoot some pool." Andy pleads.
"And you can...in a minute...I just need some information. That's all."
"That's all you want?"
"That's all. Tell me where Billy Tarnell is."
"Billy? Man...that's a tough one. He skipped town, dude. Honest...I'd tell ya if I knew."
"Ok...tell me why he skipped town."
Andy looks around. "Well...he kinda lost some money that didn't belong to him. Now he's afraid. You know...of gettin his arms broke."
"Yah? How'd he loose this money?"
"You aren't gonna believe me."
"Try me." Davis says.
"He got mugged...by a cop."
"A cop? Ya sure?"
"He says he got pulled into an alley by this tough Latino bitch, and she rolled him."
"So why'd he think she was a cop?"
"Because she's arrested him before. She jacked him up against the wall and frisked him. He thought she was arresting him again. But then she took his bag of money and split. He'd have been better off with his boss if he'd been arrested. That's why he had to disappear."
"Did he tell you this cops name?"
"No."
"How much money did he have?"
"A few grand."
"And what kind of bag did he have?"
"A book bag...you know...the kind you sling over your back."
"Do you think he'd be willing to come in and identify this cop?"
"You mean like a police line up? No way...there's no way Buttarozzi would let him do that. He'd be a dead man for sure."
"Alright Andy...how about this..." He takes Andy to the car and pulls out a clip board with a bunch of blank reports, and hands one to Andy. "You give this to him..."
"I don't know where he..."
"Ah...Ah...Ah...I know ya do. Just give this to him. Have him fill this out. Everything you just told me. About the cop...being frisked...I need to know the date and the exact amount missing...and have him say he was mugged delivering food from Buttarozzi's restaurant. Bring it to this pool hall and I'll pick it up later. He don't even have to come in. I'll file the report for him. Tell him I'm gonna try to get his money back for him."
[Back at the precinct]
Faith gets a call from her friend in forensics, asking her to come and see her. She tells Lieu she needs a break and heads over to the forensics garage.
"Hi Libby, what's up? Ya find something?" Faith asks her friend.
"Yah. You said ya needed to know how this trunk was entered and you wanted the finger prints of who ever unplugged the tail lights. Is that all ya need?"
"Yah...did you find that out already?"
"Yah...I just did the quick work up first, coz I got the impression this car didn't belong with the other cars it was cataloged with, and you wanted it out of here quickly. Am I right?"
"Yes...you should have been a detective."
"Don't insult me...I'm doin you a favor." She says with a grin. "This is what I found." She walks over to the car where the inside cover of the door has been disassembled. "The trunk keyhole didn't look tampered with, so I took the door apart and found these spots in the locking mechanism, where the grease has been smeared off."
"What does that mean?"
"Someone used a jimmy bar to open the door. The kind that slides down into the window. That would mean they popped the trunk with the inside release so I took a print off the latch. I got a surprise hit on the print, so I took a print off the light plugs too...just to compare."
"And?"
"And...the print on both the latch and the plug, belonged to a cop."
"Was it one of the arresting officers?"
"You tell me...was Cruz the arresting officer?"
"Cruz?! Cruz was in this girls trunk?"
"I had a feeling that would surprise you. Cruz is known for planting evidence. Her name wasn't on the arrest file for this car...I checked. Look Faith, I don't know why Cruz is fuckin with the owner of this car, but if you pursue this, she can be one dangerous son-of-a-bitch."
"Yah...I know. I'll be careful."
"Well...I'm not just concerned about you...I don't want that psycho cop comin after me and my crew here. This information was not exactly found by the book. If you want to nail her for this, you'll have to find a way to get this paperwork through the proper channels. Someone with authority has to approve it."
"Right. I understand Libby. I appreciate you doin this for me. I really didn't know what I was getting you involved in. I'm sorry. You won't have any trouble over this, I promise. I'll have this car out of here before the end of the shift." Faith starts to leave.
"Ya know Faith...I'd love to see her get what's comen to her. Good luck."
"Thanks, Libby. I'm gonna try."
[The next day]
Davis picks up Sully and Faith, and the three of them go out for lunch to discuss their latest findings. It all boils down to Sergeant Cruz. Cruz got Faith suspended. Cruz framed Sully. And Cruz planted drugs in Jackie's trunk.
They have evidence to prove these facts and clear themselves. But that's not enough. The punishment for her deeds, may be only a suspension or even as lenient as a reprimand in her file. And that will only make her plot more vengeance against them. No...they need to take care of her themselves, in a way that will be of her own account, and the punishment, comparable to the trouble she's caused all of them.