What's Yours is Mine
Chapter 3: Trot Trot to Boston
Bosco yawned as he climbed into the RMP. "You hear about what happened in Boston?" Faith asked. "Huh?" Bosco asked absently.
"Apparently not," Faith said. Bosco shook his head, as if trying to shake something out of it. "I'm sorry, what?" He asked. Faith looked
concerned, "you alright Bos?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, guess I'm having trouble with waking up this morning," Bosco replied. Faith
looked at him, seeing the circles beneath his eyes, and decided to say nothing more than "that's alright. We'll stop to get coffee." She
rolled the window down to yell at some kids to get back on the sidewalk as they rode their bikes. "Anyway, I was just wondering if you
had heard what happened in Boston," Faith said again, struggling to roll up the window. Bosco was still slightly distracted, he hadn't
been able to get that girl outside the station out of his mind. Damn she had creeped him out. "No, no I didn't hear," Bosco said. "They
found a body," Faith said simply. "A body? In Boston? What, was it in some fancy ass area?" Bosco asked cryptically. "No, I think it
was in Dorchester or Roxbury, can't remember which," Faith said. Bosco laughed a short laugh, "and they're surprised?" "Yeah, well, it
was really what had been done to the body that was a shocker," Faith said, still struggling with the window. "Dammit," she muttered.
"Why?" Bosco asked, now a little more interested. "Well, it had been sliced and diced with a box-cutter," Faith said. "A box-cutter,
huh?" Bosco asked, now a little less interested. So? He thought. "Yeah, well, they found the box-cutter," Faith said. "They found it?"
"Yeah, they found it in the vic's..." Faith trailed off as the window started to roll up easier. "They found it in the vic's......." The window
was now rolled all the way up. Bosco paled and turned away from Faith's face in disgust. He wanted to vomit.
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Dammit, Rainey thought. I'm late. She had spent too much time in front of the mirror, she knew that. Now she was two damn minutes
late, she hoped it didn't screw her up. She took a drag of her cigarette as she hurried down the street towards the 55. She needed to be
there. Rainey walked quickly by the open doors, walking down the street as she had planned. She doubled back, adjusting her athletic
outfit she was wearing. She took a swig of her water bottle. To anyone else, she'd look like another New Yorker out on a run or power
walk, trying to keep in shape. Rainey flexed her muscles as she passed by the station again, looking into the windows quickly. She
didn't see Kim. She doubled around back, breaking into a slow jog, checking windows as she passed by. Rainey jogged slowly around
the block, coming around the station again. No sign of Kim. Dammit, she thought, she's not here today. Now don't that beat you in the
ass. Now her plans were all screwed beyond repair, it was time to go think of something.
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Kim was glad suddenly that she took the day off and called in sick. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. For the
past two weeks, Kim had lost her feeling of security, she felt unsafe and she didn't know why. Some days, she felt like she was being
followed. So she was vegging out on the couch watching General Hospital. Carly had been kidnapped, Summer had been killed.
Normally Kim would have had a laugh at the pathetic plot lines, but for some reason they gave her the chills. Kim switched off the
television and stared at the ad in front of her. Self defense courses, was she really thinking of that?