She tried to answer the questions. Her mind was in a daze. "It was a green Volvo, I think…yeah. No, I didn't see his face. It was definitely a guy, though. I saw his arm when he shot…when he fired. It was really muscular. Just look for a green Volvo with white paint all over the front." She looked at the officer. No more…she pleaded inwardly. "I've got to go now."
"Wait." The officer put his hand on her arm. "I'm really sorry about Officer Boscorelli, but if you remember anything else, please call me."
"Sure. Anything to get that bastard." When they find him I'm gonna tear him to pieces. She was surprised at the hate she felt. She knew better than to react like this. But it felt good, releasing. She wanted to feel it. She looked at her hands. They were trembling.
A hand touched her on the shoulder. She gasped. Turned around.
"What happened to him? Is he ok?" She asked the ER doctor. "Is he alive?" Her breath caught in her throat. Just say it, damn it, she thought as he hesitated.
"First of all, Officer Boscorelli is stable. That's the good news." He paused again.
Thank God.
"The bad thing is that while the bullets missed his heart, they hit his left lung collapsing it. Since both bullets hit it from such close range, it's damaged pretty badly."
She didn't want to ask. "Will he need a transplant?"
He hurried to assure her. "No, nothing like that. What will happen is that he will need to be on a respirator for a few days until his lung starts healing. Right now he can't breathe without it."
"He's not gonna like that." She tried to laugh. She couldn't. "Can I see him?" Please.
"We put him in a coma-like state so he could start healing without any complications on his part. From his record," he looked down at it and chuckled, "he doesn't like hospitals and wouldn't like the idea of the respirator. But you can go in and see him if you want."
"Thanks, doc."
He smiled. "Anytime."
Or not, she thought bitterly. Bosco, if you ever do this to me again…
Before she went to see Bosco, she headed to a pay phone to call the station and tell Fred she would be at the hospital tonight.
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"So how is Boscorelli?" Thomas asked the Lieu. Nervously.
"I don't know. Some of the guys are down at the hospital, they will call when they know something." The phone rang. The Lieutenant picked it up. "Yokas? How is he? Really? Well, that's good. You going to be there? Alright. Listen, don't come in tomorrow. Yeah. Sure, Yokas. Thanks for calling. Ok, bye." He hung up and looked at the small cluster of people who had anxiously gathered to hear the news. "Bosco's not good, but he's alive, and it looks like he's going to stay that way!"
Thomas tried to swallow but his throat was dry. He made his way to Cruz's office. Opened the door. She looked up. "Yeah? What do you want?"
He spoke. "He's alive."
Her eyes snapped open. "What?"
"You heard me. He didn't die."
Her black eyes snapped. "Fix it."
"What do you expect me to do? I think it's gone far enough. I don't want to do this anymore." He felt sick.
"You'll do it or you'll be in jail right alongside me. Now just do it! If you are too much of a wimp, call Paul again." She wasn't kidding. "I'm sure he can think of something." She chuckled. Heartless. Cold. Evil.
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The man paused. He entered the closet. When he emerged again he was dressed as a nurse. He hade his way to room 215. Bosco's room. Yokas was not there. Good, he though. His hand paused over the respirator plug. He smiled and pulled it out of the wall. Alarms went off.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
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