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Chapter Four: Rude Awakening
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bosco has a suspect in custody for the hateful crimes, but is it the right one?
Disclaimer: Yep, I still don't anything!
Mad World- Chapter Four: Rude Awakening
Monroe couldn't believe what Bosco had just said as he hung the phone up. Who was going to kill them and what kind of mess did they get themselves into when they arrested this Jake Maxell character. She knew that this was probably the start of whatever was to come next, and the future didn't seem too trying for either of them. She walked to Bosco and put her hand on his shoulder. "What in the hell are you talking about?"
Bosco looked up at her, and then down at the phone. "I don't know who it was, but they have something to do with Jake. We need to trace the call if they do in fact call back."
Monroe's brow creased. "Does this make us sure that he's tied in with the bombings that have happened? If you ask me it's a dead ringer." She then went back to her desk and sat down, rubbing her eyes with her fists. So much complication, just when she thought things were going well.
Bosco leaned back in his chair, a million thoughts raced through his mind. He closed his eyes and saw nothing but flames, Maxell's face, and only negative things that he just couldn't seem to wash away. He then stood up, making his way back to the holding cell where Jake was waiting.
Jake gave him a cocky smile as he stood up at the bars. "Get a call from anyone yet?" He then backed away a few steps when he saw Bosco step in closer.
Bosco didn't answer as he nodded at Walden, the man watching the cage; He wanted him to leave the room so he could take care of some so- called business. Walden got the idea and walked out as if nothing were to happen. Bosco turned back to Jake who still had a smart-ass smirk on his face but Bosco didn't let that get to him.
"Who exactly do you work for?" Bosco gripped the metal bars, knowing Jake wouldn't comply that easily.
Jake bit his bottom lip as he stepped back a little further. "Who the fuck do you think you are, coming in here and thinking I'm going to tell you shit like that?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "You are just some pansy ass cop who thinks he's all hard. Let me tell you something, you have it coming to you."
Bosco gritted his teeth. What exactly did he mean by that? He quickly grabbed the keys to the cell, unlocking the door as he watched Jake cower back into a corner. Bosco kept his hands tightly into fists as he walked to Jake. "What did you just say to me?"
"You heard me. You've got nothing on me. I was at that explosion, that's all you know. I had nothing to do with it." Jake tried to back up farther but ran into the cold, brick wall.
Bosco got up in his face, his temper to its end. "Then why did you run from me jag off?" He felt Jake's hot breath, and he read the fear in Jake's eyes.
Jake licked his lips. "Because I know how it is. You see me at a bar, you assume I'm some kind of trouble and then wham, there I am in the wrong place at the wrong time and I know you are going to think shit."
Bosco backed away. "Words are cheap." He hesitated. "Why did someone call in regards to you, threatening me and my partner? That doesn't sound like good citizenship to me."
"It's a long story."
Bosco nodded. "Uh huh. I've got nothing but time."
"When you release me, I'll tell you the whole thing." Jake then turned his back, but Bosco grabbed his arm, spinning him around quickly, catching Jake off guard.
"You listen to me, Maxell. You tell me what's going on, or I'm going to make your time here a living hell, whether I lose my badge or not. You don't come in and threaten someone like that." Bosco now had Jake up against the wall, his hand to Jake's throat, on the verge of squeezing as tightly as he could.
Jake gasped for air but somehow managed another one of his classic smiles. "You kill me and you just killed yourself and that hot, tight officer in there that you get to work with everyday. You wouldn't want that, now would you Boscorelli?"
Bosco loosened his grip. He then backed up once again, but before he got out of arm's reach he backhanded Jake, sending him to the floor. "You touch Monroe and I'll make sure personally that they won't even be able to find your teeth when I'm through with you." He then turned around and locked the cell behind him, not really sure what to do next. He needed to clear his head for one thing.
~*~
He decided the best place to go was outside in the parking lot, just to get some fresh air before he had a mental breakdown. He felt the humid air as he opened the main doors and walked out onto the sidewalk where he looked up at the moon.
He thought about Jake and whether he could be possibly telling the truth or not. It was easy to lie nowadays since no one had high morals anymore. It just didn't make sense. If he wasn't lying why would someone call, demanding them to release Jake? He was obviously guilty of something.
Monroe, who walked up beside him, interrupted his thoughts. "Boz, you okay?"
He didn't look at her but kept his eyes up at the moon. "I'm fine. Just needed to get out of there." He then looked down at his shoes where he moved some dirt around with the heal of one of them.
She frowned. "Well, there is some good news to this whole matter." She paused, trying to read his facial expressions but his face was blank so there was no possible way. "They found out that Jake has some outstanding warrants. He hasn't paid several tickets. They are going to hold him on account of those so it'll give us a little more time to try and figure this mess out."
Bosco nodded. He really didn't care what was going on inside that building at the moment. For some reason deep inside of him he wanted the man that called him earlier to call him back. Instead of losing his temper he'd talk to him in a somewhat civilized manner, maybe possibly to get some kind of answers out of the people behind it.
"I just thought I'd tell you that Bosco. I'll see you later." She turned to walk away but he grabbed her arm, a very serious look on his face. "What is it?"
He put his hands in his pockets. "Stay safe Monroe. Don't trust anyone." He turned around, and walked back inside so he could change and go do something else, anything else.
~*~
His first instinct was to go to Haggerty's just to get a drink of something but he noticed Sully and some others were there and he really didn't want to face them at the moment so he got back in his car and made his way to his apartment where he had a little bit of vodka left in a clear jar in one of his cabinets. He poured some of the stinging liquid into a glass and drank it down, feeling the stinging all the way down to his stomach. He then drank one more glass full and sat it down. He didn't need to get drunk, he needed to be alert with his surroundings. He knew tonight would be another sleepless one, but he was no stranger to that so he sat back on his couch and watched every shadow that seemed to cross over his walls.
He rolled over on his couch, as his eyes grew heavy. Before he knew it he was asleep, but it wasn't a restful sleep. His dreams were filled with Jake and the man on the other line of the phone call, and hot flames that brushed up against his face, causing him to duck and wake up suddenly.
He looked around the room, noticing the sun was coming up over the tall city skyline. It was 7:30, he had slept for almost the whole night, and even though it wasn't a good sleep, at least he did in fact get some rest. He sat up and rubbed his temples, feeling a headache edging on as he stood up to try and drink some water. He leaned up against the wall, wishing his life would be worry free for at least a minute out of his complicated life, but that wasn't in the cards.
~*~
As soon as he walked into the station Swersky greeted him, "Bosco, you have a phone call on line two. It sounds pretty urgent." He looked away. "Don't be late to roll call."
Bosco nodded as he walked into a quiet room and picked up the phone. "Boscorelli."
"I told you to release Jake last night. Explain to me why he's still in your custody." The raspy voice sent Bosco's stomach turning as he looked around, his hands growing cold and clammy from it.
Bosco felt the urge to just slam the phone down but he didn't. Maybe he could get some answers out of this guy. "He's in our custody for breaking the law, that's all you need to know."
The man gave out an arrogant laugh. "I'm afraid you aren't hearing me correctly, Officer Bosco. He had nothing to do with the bombing and we need him out of there right now for some other reasons." The man grew angry.
Bosco nodded, looking at Monroe and Faith walk into the roll call room, knowing he'd more than likely be late but he didn't want to hang up with this guy yet. "Yeah, you just want him to get away with breaking the law. Well guess what wise guy, he won't be released soon so you are just going to have to wait on whatever it is that you need him on."
"You're making a mistake Bosco. You just put your life as well as many around you in danger."
Bosco gripped the phone until his knuckles turned white. "Are you threatening me again? Do you know that you can do time for threats and you'll be in the same boat that your little friend is in. Why don't you just do this to my face instead of over the phone?"
The man took a deep breath. "I'm afraid it's not that easy." He then hung up, leaving Bosco with nothing but a dial tone and his anger flaring.
~*~
After roll call Bosco confronted Swersky outside of his office. "Lieu let me work alone today, please." He was going to do some investigating and he didn't want to put Monroe in harm's way.
Swersky arched his eyebrow, not sure why Bosco wanted this. "Why?"
Bosco leaned against the wall, keeping his voice down in hopes that no one, Monroe in particular, would hear. "I gotta do some stuff on my own. If you don't want me riding alone all day then I can make it a few short hours. Please Boss."
Swersky ran his hands over his hair. He never knew what Bosco was truly up to. "Okay, only for a couple of hours. Until about 5. Then you come back here and you pick Monroe up." He looked down the hall. "I don't know what you are up to Boscorelli but you better not do something to piss me off."
Bosco nodded, thanking God in his own head. "Sir, it's nothing big. I just gotta take care of some stuff." He then turned and walked away, suddenly feeling a rush to get what he wanted to done before his time ran out.
~*~
His first stop was back at Jake's apartment. He wasn't sure what he'd run across but it wouldn't hurt to canvas things and maybe run into the man behind the phone. He'd definitely recognize the distinct voice that the man put off and he was hoping that he would.
He walked up the stairs this time so he wouldn't be cornered into the elevator and made his way to the floor where Jake's apartment was located. He looked around, down the long hallway but only spotted an older lady walking with a basket of laundry. He decided to walk up to her, maybe she knew a little about Jake and his lifestyle.
"Ma'am?" He called to her before she opened her door, causing her to turn around slowly.
"What is it?" She gave him a go to hell look as she fumbled with her keys.
"I'm a police officer with the 55th precinct, and I was just wondering if I could ask you a few questions about a man that lives on this floor." He showed her his badge from his wallet since he didn't have his uniform on. "It'll only take a few minutes of your time."
She looked at him up and down, and then at his badge. "Why aren't you in a uniform? Why do you look like a thug in those clothes?"
Bosco looked down at his own clothes. It was what he wore all the time. Jeans that were somewhat baggy, a button up shirt. "Ma'am, I'm a plain clothes police officer right now. Do you want me to call my supervisor?" He didn't want to get mad at her and make her refuse to answer questions so he chimed down.
"Okay. Let me put these clothes down. Come on inside, but only for a few minutes." She opened the door and left him alone in the living room.
He looked around at pictures and things she had lying out but he tried not to be nosey. She came back, folding her arms over her chest. "Okay, who exactly are you investigating?" She sat down on her couch but did not offer him a seat so he remained standing up.
"Jake Maxell, he lives next door. Do you know anything about him?" Bosco paced back and forth, feeling on edge with all of the surroundings.
The lady lowered her face, nodding. "Yeah, I know about him. Always has this one guy over, they stay up until all hours of the night. I think he's in trouble with some other guys and the guy that comes over is trying to help him out." She took a drink out of her coffee cup. "But I'm not sure, it's not like I go snooping around."
Highly unlikely, Bosco thought. "Do you know this guys name?"
"Yeah. Joey Lasik. Dark and tall guy, kind of handsome."
Bosco wrote down on his notepad the name she had told him, thankful that she did in fact have a name. "Do you know where he lives or where he hangs out a lot?" He kept his pen ready to write any useful information she could give him.
"He lives in the apartment complex's down the street. Elmwood apartments." She looked at her watch. "And your time is up, I have things to do. Goodbye." She walked to the door and opened it, motioning for him to leave.
"Thanks for your cooperation." He didn't turn around as he walked out. His head was now on a new mission, one to find Joey Lasik and hopefully recognize his voice as the one on the phone.
Instead of driving he decided to just walk in that direction since it was just about 3 blocks away and the weather wasn't half bad. He looked at the apartment number the lady had given him and slowly walked up the steps, hearing a TV on behind the door that he needed to be on the other side of. He knocked on the door, but heard no response so he tried turning the doorknob, finding it locked.
He looked around him, his curiosity running. He knew Joey was in there, and he needed to see him so he reared back, kicking the door in with his right foot. He pulled his gun out, holding it ready for anything that might happen. The only sounds that came from the apartment were the TV belting loud from the living room, but no one was in there.
He turned the corner, slowly opening the bedroom door; a sudden flash of heat came at him and a loud explosion that followed. He quickly ducked down as the flames climbed towards the ceiling, barely missing them. He crawled on the floor, feeling the smoke burn his lungs as he coughed for some fresh air. He tried to find his way back to the main door, but fire sirens rang out and the black smoke was making the visibility in the small room almost to zero.
He felt a foot on his shoulder blade holding him down. He turned to try and see who it was but he couldn't see in front of his own nose.
"Just so you know, Boscorelli. Jake didn't do the bombings, and now you just got Joey Lasik killed too. You are next in line, the only way to stop it is if you find me." He then kicked Bosco, causing him to pass out as the flames around him grew higher.
TBC.....
Special thanks: To all of you guys who have reviewed and kept interest, it means so much to me!
Chapter Four: Rude Awakening
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bosco has a suspect in custody for the hateful crimes, but is it the right one?
Disclaimer: Yep, I still don't anything!
Mad World- Chapter Four: Rude Awakening
Monroe couldn't believe what Bosco had just said as he hung the phone up. Who was going to kill them and what kind of mess did they get themselves into when they arrested this Jake Maxell character. She knew that this was probably the start of whatever was to come next, and the future didn't seem too trying for either of them. She walked to Bosco and put her hand on his shoulder. "What in the hell are you talking about?"
Bosco looked up at her, and then down at the phone. "I don't know who it was, but they have something to do with Jake. We need to trace the call if they do in fact call back."
Monroe's brow creased. "Does this make us sure that he's tied in with the bombings that have happened? If you ask me it's a dead ringer." She then went back to her desk and sat down, rubbing her eyes with her fists. So much complication, just when she thought things were going well.
Bosco leaned back in his chair, a million thoughts raced through his mind. He closed his eyes and saw nothing but flames, Maxell's face, and only negative things that he just couldn't seem to wash away. He then stood up, making his way back to the holding cell where Jake was waiting.
Jake gave him a cocky smile as he stood up at the bars. "Get a call from anyone yet?" He then backed away a few steps when he saw Bosco step in closer.
Bosco didn't answer as he nodded at Walden, the man watching the cage; He wanted him to leave the room so he could take care of some so- called business. Walden got the idea and walked out as if nothing were to happen. Bosco turned back to Jake who still had a smart-ass smirk on his face but Bosco didn't let that get to him.
"Who exactly do you work for?" Bosco gripped the metal bars, knowing Jake wouldn't comply that easily.
Jake bit his bottom lip as he stepped back a little further. "Who the fuck do you think you are, coming in here and thinking I'm going to tell you shit like that?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "You are just some pansy ass cop who thinks he's all hard. Let me tell you something, you have it coming to you."
Bosco gritted his teeth. What exactly did he mean by that? He quickly grabbed the keys to the cell, unlocking the door as he watched Jake cower back into a corner. Bosco kept his hands tightly into fists as he walked to Jake. "What did you just say to me?"
"You heard me. You've got nothing on me. I was at that explosion, that's all you know. I had nothing to do with it." Jake tried to back up farther but ran into the cold, brick wall.
Bosco got up in his face, his temper to its end. "Then why did you run from me jag off?" He felt Jake's hot breath, and he read the fear in Jake's eyes.
Jake licked his lips. "Because I know how it is. You see me at a bar, you assume I'm some kind of trouble and then wham, there I am in the wrong place at the wrong time and I know you are going to think shit."
Bosco backed away. "Words are cheap." He hesitated. "Why did someone call in regards to you, threatening me and my partner? That doesn't sound like good citizenship to me."
"It's a long story."
Bosco nodded. "Uh huh. I've got nothing but time."
"When you release me, I'll tell you the whole thing." Jake then turned his back, but Bosco grabbed his arm, spinning him around quickly, catching Jake off guard.
"You listen to me, Maxell. You tell me what's going on, or I'm going to make your time here a living hell, whether I lose my badge or not. You don't come in and threaten someone like that." Bosco now had Jake up against the wall, his hand to Jake's throat, on the verge of squeezing as tightly as he could.
Jake gasped for air but somehow managed another one of his classic smiles. "You kill me and you just killed yourself and that hot, tight officer in there that you get to work with everyday. You wouldn't want that, now would you Boscorelli?"
Bosco loosened his grip. He then backed up once again, but before he got out of arm's reach he backhanded Jake, sending him to the floor. "You touch Monroe and I'll make sure personally that they won't even be able to find your teeth when I'm through with you." He then turned around and locked the cell behind him, not really sure what to do next. He needed to clear his head for one thing.
~*~
He decided the best place to go was outside in the parking lot, just to get some fresh air before he had a mental breakdown. He felt the humid air as he opened the main doors and walked out onto the sidewalk where he looked up at the moon.
He thought about Jake and whether he could be possibly telling the truth or not. It was easy to lie nowadays since no one had high morals anymore. It just didn't make sense. If he wasn't lying why would someone call, demanding them to release Jake? He was obviously guilty of something.
Monroe, who walked up beside him, interrupted his thoughts. "Boz, you okay?"
He didn't look at her but kept his eyes up at the moon. "I'm fine. Just needed to get out of there." He then looked down at his shoes where he moved some dirt around with the heal of one of them.
She frowned. "Well, there is some good news to this whole matter." She paused, trying to read his facial expressions but his face was blank so there was no possible way. "They found out that Jake has some outstanding warrants. He hasn't paid several tickets. They are going to hold him on account of those so it'll give us a little more time to try and figure this mess out."
Bosco nodded. He really didn't care what was going on inside that building at the moment. For some reason deep inside of him he wanted the man that called him earlier to call him back. Instead of losing his temper he'd talk to him in a somewhat civilized manner, maybe possibly to get some kind of answers out of the people behind it.
"I just thought I'd tell you that Bosco. I'll see you later." She turned to walk away but he grabbed her arm, a very serious look on his face. "What is it?"
He put his hands in his pockets. "Stay safe Monroe. Don't trust anyone." He turned around, and walked back inside so he could change and go do something else, anything else.
~*~
His first instinct was to go to Haggerty's just to get a drink of something but he noticed Sully and some others were there and he really didn't want to face them at the moment so he got back in his car and made his way to his apartment where he had a little bit of vodka left in a clear jar in one of his cabinets. He poured some of the stinging liquid into a glass and drank it down, feeling the stinging all the way down to his stomach. He then drank one more glass full and sat it down. He didn't need to get drunk, he needed to be alert with his surroundings. He knew tonight would be another sleepless one, but he was no stranger to that so he sat back on his couch and watched every shadow that seemed to cross over his walls.
He rolled over on his couch, as his eyes grew heavy. Before he knew it he was asleep, but it wasn't a restful sleep. His dreams were filled with Jake and the man on the other line of the phone call, and hot flames that brushed up against his face, causing him to duck and wake up suddenly.
He looked around the room, noticing the sun was coming up over the tall city skyline. It was 7:30, he had slept for almost the whole night, and even though it wasn't a good sleep, at least he did in fact get some rest. He sat up and rubbed his temples, feeling a headache edging on as he stood up to try and drink some water. He leaned up against the wall, wishing his life would be worry free for at least a minute out of his complicated life, but that wasn't in the cards.
~*~
As soon as he walked into the station Swersky greeted him, "Bosco, you have a phone call on line two. It sounds pretty urgent." He looked away. "Don't be late to roll call."
Bosco nodded as he walked into a quiet room and picked up the phone. "Boscorelli."
"I told you to release Jake last night. Explain to me why he's still in your custody." The raspy voice sent Bosco's stomach turning as he looked around, his hands growing cold and clammy from it.
Bosco felt the urge to just slam the phone down but he didn't. Maybe he could get some answers out of this guy. "He's in our custody for breaking the law, that's all you need to know."
The man gave out an arrogant laugh. "I'm afraid you aren't hearing me correctly, Officer Bosco. He had nothing to do with the bombing and we need him out of there right now for some other reasons." The man grew angry.
Bosco nodded, looking at Monroe and Faith walk into the roll call room, knowing he'd more than likely be late but he didn't want to hang up with this guy yet. "Yeah, you just want him to get away with breaking the law. Well guess what wise guy, he won't be released soon so you are just going to have to wait on whatever it is that you need him on."
"You're making a mistake Bosco. You just put your life as well as many around you in danger."
Bosco gripped the phone until his knuckles turned white. "Are you threatening me again? Do you know that you can do time for threats and you'll be in the same boat that your little friend is in. Why don't you just do this to my face instead of over the phone?"
The man took a deep breath. "I'm afraid it's not that easy." He then hung up, leaving Bosco with nothing but a dial tone and his anger flaring.
~*~
After roll call Bosco confronted Swersky outside of his office. "Lieu let me work alone today, please." He was going to do some investigating and he didn't want to put Monroe in harm's way.
Swersky arched his eyebrow, not sure why Bosco wanted this. "Why?"
Bosco leaned against the wall, keeping his voice down in hopes that no one, Monroe in particular, would hear. "I gotta do some stuff on my own. If you don't want me riding alone all day then I can make it a few short hours. Please Boss."
Swersky ran his hands over his hair. He never knew what Bosco was truly up to. "Okay, only for a couple of hours. Until about 5. Then you come back here and you pick Monroe up." He looked down the hall. "I don't know what you are up to Boscorelli but you better not do something to piss me off."
Bosco nodded, thanking God in his own head. "Sir, it's nothing big. I just gotta take care of some stuff." He then turned and walked away, suddenly feeling a rush to get what he wanted to done before his time ran out.
~*~
His first stop was back at Jake's apartment. He wasn't sure what he'd run across but it wouldn't hurt to canvas things and maybe run into the man behind the phone. He'd definitely recognize the distinct voice that the man put off and he was hoping that he would.
He walked up the stairs this time so he wouldn't be cornered into the elevator and made his way to the floor where Jake's apartment was located. He looked around, down the long hallway but only spotted an older lady walking with a basket of laundry. He decided to walk up to her, maybe she knew a little about Jake and his lifestyle.
"Ma'am?" He called to her before she opened her door, causing her to turn around slowly.
"What is it?" She gave him a go to hell look as she fumbled with her keys.
"I'm a police officer with the 55th precinct, and I was just wondering if I could ask you a few questions about a man that lives on this floor." He showed her his badge from his wallet since he didn't have his uniform on. "It'll only take a few minutes of your time."
She looked at him up and down, and then at his badge. "Why aren't you in a uniform? Why do you look like a thug in those clothes?"
Bosco looked down at his own clothes. It was what he wore all the time. Jeans that were somewhat baggy, a button up shirt. "Ma'am, I'm a plain clothes police officer right now. Do you want me to call my supervisor?" He didn't want to get mad at her and make her refuse to answer questions so he chimed down.
"Okay. Let me put these clothes down. Come on inside, but only for a few minutes." She opened the door and left him alone in the living room.
He looked around at pictures and things she had lying out but he tried not to be nosey. She came back, folding her arms over her chest. "Okay, who exactly are you investigating?" She sat down on her couch but did not offer him a seat so he remained standing up.
"Jake Maxell, he lives next door. Do you know anything about him?" Bosco paced back and forth, feeling on edge with all of the surroundings.
The lady lowered her face, nodding. "Yeah, I know about him. Always has this one guy over, they stay up until all hours of the night. I think he's in trouble with some other guys and the guy that comes over is trying to help him out." She took a drink out of her coffee cup. "But I'm not sure, it's not like I go snooping around."
Highly unlikely, Bosco thought. "Do you know this guys name?"
"Yeah. Joey Lasik. Dark and tall guy, kind of handsome."
Bosco wrote down on his notepad the name she had told him, thankful that she did in fact have a name. "Do you know where he lives or where he hangs out a lot?" He kept his pen ready to write any useful information she could give him.
"He lives in the apartment complex's down the street. Elmwood apartments." She looked at her watch. "And your time is up, I have things to do. Goodbye." She walked to the door and opened it, motioning for him to leave.
"Thanks for your cooperation." He didn't turn around as he walked out. His head was now on a new mission, one to find Joey Lasik and hopefully recognize his voice as the one on the phone.
Instead of driving he decided to just walk in that direction since it was just about 3 blocks away and the weather wasn't half bad. He looked at the apartment number the lady had given him and slowly walked up the steps, hearing a TV on behind the door that he needed to be on the other side of. He knocked on the door, but heard no response so he tried turning the doorknob, finding it locked.
He looked around him, his curiosity running. He knew Joey was in there, and he needed to see him so he reared back, kicking the door in with his right foot. He pulled his gun out, holding it ready for anything that might happen. The only sounds that came from the apartment were the TV belting loud from the living room, but no one was in there.
He turned the corner, slowly opening the bedroom door; a sudden flash of heat came at him and a loud explosion that followed. He quickly ducked down as the flames climbed towards the ceiling, barely missing them. He crawled on the floor, feeling the smoke burn his lungs as he coughed for some fresh air. He tried to find his way back to the main door, but fire sirens rang out and the black smoke was making the visibility in the small room almost to zero.
He felt a foot on his shoulder blade holding him down. He turned to try and see who it was but he couldn't see in front of his own nose.
"Just so you know, Boscorelli. Jake didn't do the bombings, and now you just got Joey Lasik killed too. You are next in line, the only way to stop it is if you find me." He then kicked Bosco, causing him to pass out as the flames around him grew higher.
TBC.....
