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"Now where to?" Faith said sitting in the RMP, looking over at Bosco.
"We should check the apartment, see if he went back there." Bosco said, not taking his eyes off the road. "And if he's not, there's this bar my brother hangs out at.
He'll know how to reach him."
"Mikey really still talks to him?"
"Yeah, he says he's changed." Bosco said with a laugh.
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They had stopped at the apartment, but when the landlord let them in there was no trace that Salvatore Boscorelli had returned the apartment.
"Do you wanna wait outside for a little while?" Faith said, turning the keys in the ignition of the car.
"No, I don't want to sit around waiting. He probbably won't be back for a few more hours." Bosco said. "Go to 181st and Broadway."
Faith pulled the car into traffic, and headed in the direction her partner had told her. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Faith asked.
"About what?"
"About your father, and everything that's going on." Faith said, glancing over at Bosco trying to read him with her eyes.
"There's nothing to talk about. We just need to find him, and everything will be ok. I'll make everything ok." Bosco said, looking over and noticing she was giving him that 'look' that, I know you're lying just stop 'look' "Really Faith, I'm fine." He said, looking out the side mirror.
Faith knew this whole thing was bothering Bosco more then he was letting on. She could read him with her eyes and he was falling apart of the inside. She knew he had it bad growing up, but when she saw Anthony and heard what Bosco had to say to Tasha she knew it was worse then she had imagined. She could only hope that arresting his father, and stopping him from hurting anyone else would help Bosco.
"Do you want me to come in with you?" Faith asked, pulling up in front of the run down bar.
"No, I got this." Bosco said, stepping out of the car.
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Bosco stepped into the basement bar, allowing for a second for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting and cigarette smoke. When he walked in, all eyes looked up at him. A few guys stood up and made the way quickly out the back exit.
"Don't worry guys, I'm not here to arrest anyone." Bosco said, walking towards the barmaid.
"Hey, I'm looking for Mike Boscorelli. Is he here?" Bosco asked the young woman.
"What for?" she asked snapping her gum, it wasn't often that a cop made his way into this bar unless his agenda was to place someone under arrest.
"He's my brother, I need to talk to him..." Bosco said, hoping she'd believe him. "It's a family emergency."
"For real?" she asked, trying to read the officer's body language.
"For real. Is he here?" Bosco said getting annoyed her.
"In the back room, he's playing pool" she said, walking away.
Bosco made his way past a large group of skinheads, and a man passed out at the bar.
"Mikey," Bosco called out to get his younger brother's attention.
"Hey, big bro... what are you doing here?" Mikey asked, walking up to Bosco.
"I need to know how to find Dad," Bosco said, not wasting any time getting to the point of his visit.
"Mo, you can't just come in here like this and start talking to me wearing that," Mikey said, motioning to Bosco's uniform. "People are going to think I'm a narc."
"I don't really give a crap what your jagoff junkie friends think of you. How can I get in touch with Dad?" Bosco said.
"Why don't you just leave the guy alone? You need to get on with your life bro, leave it in the past like I did." Mikey said, lighting up a cigarette.
"Yeah, you really are one to be giving out advice." Bosco said in a sarcastic tone. "I can tell your high Mikey, you told Ma' you where clean."
"I was... that was two day ago." Mikey said, trying to make a joke.
"You know what, I don't give a crap. You can screw up your life. Tell me where he is, or I can pat you down... I'm pretty sure you have more then a little weed on you. And aren't you on probation?" Bosco asked.
Mikey sighed, "Fine, he only works the cab on weekends. But he's got a part time gig at this packing place on 155th,"
"And if he's not there?" Bosco asked, knowing Mikey was holding back on him.
"There's a bar, on the other side of Manhattan... Canal St, between Centre and Cleveland. That's all I know." Mikey said in defeat.
Bosco turned around to leave; satisfied in the information he was able to get out of Mikey. "Hey," Bosco said, turning his body around. "Did you know he had another family?"
"I knew he had some girl he's been living with," Mikey said, returning his attention back to his game of pool.
Bosco turned back around, and walked out.
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"Well?" Faith asked when Bosco got back into the RMP.
"He's working at that packing place of 155th," Bosco said, "let's go there first."
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Faith pulled up in front of the old cement building, and put the car in park. "Alright, so we go in?" Faith asked.
"No, not yet." Bosco said. He needed to think for a second about what he was doing, and prepare himself. He needed a plan, he knew he couldn't just run in there and throw handcuffs on the man. "Ok," Bosco said taking a deep breath. "I'm going go in, you wait out front in case he tries to make a run for it."
"I don't think you should go in alone Bos, maybe we should call for back up."
"Faith, I got this." He said trying to reassure her.
"Leave your radio on," she said reluctantly watching her partner leave the car.
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Bosco walked in the building through a side door, "Hey," Bosco said to first man he saw standing in room. "I'm looking for Salvatore Boscorelli. Is he around?"
"Sal? Why?"
"I'm his son," Bosco said.
"He's in the back room, just go down that hall." The man said, pointing.
"Thanks," Bosco said, he started to walk towards the hall and paused. "Oh and, I want to surprise him. It's his birthday so don't let him know I'm coming."
Bosco walked down the hallway, in a fast pace but careful not to bring attention to himself. The man at the front desk seemed to by his birthday story, but he wasn't sure. He reached the end of the hallway, and saw an old red painted metal door. He figured this was the room the guy was talking about and pushed it open.
He walked into the room, and saw five older men all working at their station. He looked around, and didn't see his father anywhere. But did he hear the back exit click shut. "Where'd he go?" Bosco shouted, running towards the back door. He opened, and saw a man the same build as his father walking away in a fast pace.
Bosco ran out after him, but as soon as Sal saw he had been spotted he picked up his pace. He ran across the old dirt filled yard, and down a back alley. Bosco followed, getting closer to him with each second. "Keep running old man," Bosco shouted.
Sal made his way to the end of the alley, and hopped over an old gated fence.
Bosco was closing in on him, and grabbed his radio "Yokas, I'm heading south about 2 yards in back of building towards..." Bosco jumped over the fence, and slipped on the wet ground. His gun went flying underneath the dumpster. He fell backwards, and the back of his head hit the hard cement knocking him out.
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"Bosco?" Faith called into her radio, "Bos?" When her partner didn't answer, she jumped out of the car and started running down the side alley of the building.
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Sal looked behind him to see how far of a lead he had on his son. He saw Bosco laying there on the ground, not moving. A grin took over his face, and he walked back towards Bosco.
"Well son, it looks like Dad win again." Sal said, standing over Bosco.
Bosco opened his eyes, and saw Sal looking over him. For a second he thought it was just another nightmare, until he felt the pain in the back of his head and realized this was real. He reached for his gun, only to find an empty holster.
"You son of a bitch," Bosco muttered, trying that stand up.
"BOY! Did I tell you to get up?" Sal shouted, pushing Bosco back down with his foot. "Who the hell do you think you are? YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!" he shouted, kicking Bosco in the ribs with all his might.
Bosco cried out in pain, he felt like a helpless child. Laying there in his own blood, his father standing over him yelling at him in that voice that made him feel like a helpless child. He felt useless. He remembered his ankle holster, and went to reach for his second gun. He moved not an inch before his fathers fist came down and pounded into his face knocking him back down.
Bosco heard Faith call out his name, and knew she wasn't far away. His father must have heard it too, after one more kick to Bosco's rips Sal was gone. Bosco rolled over on to his side grabbing his ribs, and laid there. He couldn't move, he felt paralyzed with embarrassed and physical pain.
"Bosco!" Bosco heard Faith called as she ran towards him. "55-David requesting back up and a bus to..."
Bosco heard Faith's voice faded in and out as he laid there. His whole body was shaking with fear. He didn't want Faith to see him like this, but all he could do was lay there and try to breath. Just breath.
"Bos don't move. There's a bus on the way." Faith said, kneeling down next to her partner.
"Now where to?" Faith said sitting in the RMP, looking over at Bosco.
"We should check the apartment, see if he went back there." Bosco said, not taking his eyes off the road. "And if he's not, there's this bar my brother hangs out at.
He'll know how to reach him."
"Mikey really still talks to him?"
"Yeah, he says he's changed." Bosco said with a laugh.
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They had stopped at the apartment, but when the landlord let them in there was no trace that Salvatore Boscorelli had returned the apartment.
"Do you wanna wait outside for a little while?" Faith said, turning the keys in the ignition of the car.
"No, I don't want to sit around waiting. He probbably won't be back for a few more hours." Bosco said. "Go to 181st and Broadway."
Faith pulled the car into traffic, and headed in the direction her partner had told her. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Faith asked.
"About what?"
"About your father, and everything that's going on." Faith said, glancing over at Bosco trying to read him with her eyes.
"There's nothing to talk about. We just need to find him, and everything will be ok. I'll make everything ok." Bosco said, looking over and noticing she was giving him that 'look' that, I know you're lying just stop 'look' "Really Faith, I'm fine." He said, looking out the side mirror.
Faith knew this whole thing was bothering Bosco more then he was letting on. She could read him with her eyes and he was falling apart of the inside. She knew he had it bad growing up, but when she saw Anthony and heard what Bosco had to say to Tasha she knew it was worse then she had imagined. She could only hope that arresting his father, and stopping him from hurting anyone else would help Bosco.
"Do you want me to come in with you?" Faith asked, pulling up in front of the run down bar.
"No, I got this." Bosco said, stepping out of the car.
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Bosco stepped into the basement bar, allowing for a second for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting and cigarette smoke. When he walked in, all eyes looked up at him. A few guys stood up and made the way quickly out the back exit.
"Don't worry guys, I'm not here to arrest anyone." Bosco said, walking towards the barmaid.
"Hey, I'm looking for Mike Boscorelli. Is he here?" Bosco asked the young woman.
"What for?" she asked snapping her gum, it wasn't often that a cop made his way into this bar unless his agenda was to place someone under arrest.
"He's my brother, I need to talk to him..." Bosco said, hoping she'd believe him. "It's a family emergency."
"For real?" she asked, trying to read the officer's body language.
"For real. Is he here?" Bosco said getting annoyed her.
"In the back room, he's playing pool" she said, walking away.
Bosco made his way past a large group of skinheads, and a man passed out at the bar.
"Mikey," Bosco called out to get his younger brother's attention.
"Hey, big bro... what are you doing here?" Mikey asked, walking up to Bosco.
"I need to know how to find Dad," Bosco said, not wasting any time getting to the point of his visit.
"Mo, you can't just come in here like this and start talking to me wearing that," Mikey said, motioning to Bosco's uniform. "People are going to think I'm a narc."
"I don't really give a crap what your jagoff junkie friends think of you. How can I get in touch with Dad?" Bosco said.
"Why don't you just leave the guy alone? You need to get on with your life bro, leave it in the past like I did." Mikey said, lighting up a cigarette.
"Yeah, you really are one to be giving out advice." Bosco said in a sarcastic tone. "I can tell your high Mikey, you told Ma' you where clean."
"I was... that was two day ago." Mikey said, trying to make a joke.
"You know what, I don't give a crap. You can screw up your life. Tell me where he is, or I can pat you down... I'm pretty sure you have more then a little weed on you. And aren't you on probation?" Bosco asked.
Mikey sighed, "Fine, he only works the cab on weekends. But he's got a part time gig at this packing place on 155th,"
"And if he's not there?" Bosco asked, knowing Mikey was holding back on him.
"There's a bar, on the other side of Manhattan... Canal St, between Centre and Cleveland. That's all I know." Mikey said in defeat.
Bosco turned around to leave; satisfied in the information he was able to get out of Mikey. "Hey," Bosco said, turning his body around. "Did you know he had another family?"
"I knew he had some girl he's been living with," Mikey said, returning his attention back to his game of pool.
Bosco turned back around, and walked out.
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"Well?" Faith asked when Bosco got back into the RMP.
"He's working at that packing place of 155th," Bosco said, "let's go there first."
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Faith pulled up in front of the old cement building, and put the car in park. "Alright, so we go in?" Faith asked.
"No, not yet." Bosco said. He needed to think for a second about what he was doing, and prepare himself. He needed a plan, he knew he couldn't just run in there and throw handcuffs on the man. "Ok," Bosco said taking a deep breath. "I'm going go in, you wait out front in case he tries to make a run for it."
"I don't think you should go in alone Bos, maybe we should call for back up."
"Faith, I got this." He said trying to reassure her.
"Leave your radio on," she said reluctantly watching her partner leave the car.
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Bosco walked in the building through a side door, "Hey," Bosco said to first man he saw standing in room. "I'm looking for Salvatore Boscorelli. Is he around?"
"Sal? Why?"
"I'm his son," Bosco said.
"He's in the back room, just go down that hall." The man said, pointing.
"Thanks," Bosco said, he started to walk towards the hall and paused. "Oh and, I want to surprise him. It's his birthday so don't let him know I'm coming."
Bosco walked down the hallway, in a fast pace but careful not to bring attention to himself. The man at the front desk seemed to by his birthday story, but he wasn't sure. He reached the end of the hallway, and saw an old red painted metal door. He figured this was the room the guy was talking about and pushed it open.
He walked into the room, and saw five older men all working at their station. He looked around, and didn't see his father anywhere. But did he hear the back exit click shut. "Where'd he go?" Bosco shouted, running towards the back door. He opened, and saw a man the same build as his father walking away in a fast pace.
Bosco ran out after him, but as soon as Sal saw he had been spotted he picked up his pace. He ran across the old dirt filled yard, and down a back alley. Bosco followed, getting closer to him with each second. "Keep running old man," Bosco shouted.
Sal made his way to the end of the alley, and hopped over an old gated fence.
Bosco was closing in on him, and grabbed his radio "Yokas, I'm heading south about 2 yards in back of building towards..." Bosco jumped over the fence, and slipped on the wet ground. His gun went flying underneath the dumpster. He fell backwards, and the back of his head hit the hard cement knocking him out.
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"Bosco?" Faith called into her radio, "Bos?" When her partner didn't answer, she jumped out of the car and started running down the side alley of the building.
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Sal looked behind him to see how far of a lead he had on his son. He saw Bosco laying there on the ground, not moving. A grin took over his face, and he walked back towards Bosco.
"Well son, it looks like Dad win again." Sal said, standing over Bosco.
Bosco opened his eyes, and saw Sal looking over him. For a second he thought it was just another nightmare, until he felt the pain in the back of his head and realized this was real. He reached for his gun, only to find an empty holster.
"You son of a bitch," Bosco muttered, trying that stand up.
"BOY! Did I tell you to get up?" Sal shouted, pushing Bosco back down with his foot. "Who the hell do you think you are? YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!" he shouted, kicking Bosco in the ribs with all his might.
Bosco cried out in pain, he felt like a helpless child. Laying there in his own blood, his father standing over him yelling at him in that voice that made him feel like a helpless child. He felt useless. He remembered his ankle holster, and went to reach for his second gun. He moved not an inch before his fathers fist came down and pounded into his face knocking him back down.
Bosco heard Faith call out his name, and knew she wasn't far away. His father must have heard it too, after one more kick to Bosco's rips Sal was gone. Bosco rolled over on to his side grabbing his ribs, and laid there. He couldn't move, he felt paralyzed with embarrassed and physical pain.
"Bosco!" Bosco heard Faith called as she ran towards him. "55-David requesting back up and a bus to..."
Bosco heard Faith's voice faded in and out as he laid there. His whole body was shaking with fear. He didn't want Faith to see him like this, but all he could do was lay there and try to breath. Just breath.
"Bos don't move. There's a bus on the way." Faith said, kneeling down next to her partner.