Thanks to all who are still with me and reading this. I appreciate the reviews and know that the last couple of chapters have been perhaps hard to read. LOL understatement huh? Anyway, to those who pm'd or emailed me, again, thanks for taking the time to do so, and for 'chatting' about it to better understand what is going on here. I always like discussing my fics and the ideas behind them. M. Also, I hardly ever use music in my fics. Never really like that, though songs do sometimes inspire me, or remind me of a person or emotion. This song really did make me think recently after I wrote this chapter. So, if you know it or can listen to it, do so before you read this one. I don't own anybody but the ones you don't know before this story, and I certainly don't own this song, but I wish I had written it. It is one of the saddest and most beautiful songs ever.
'Broken' by Seether from their 'disclaimer' CD Escape is My Reality
Rules and Broken Trust Chapter 23
Cabin:
Vinny climbed the steps slowly, taking care not to slip on the jagged gray slate. Bosco heavy in his arms now as he walked cautiously across the porch. Standing him up and leaning his unconscious form against the frame he dug for the key. Opening the lock he pushed the door wide away from him. This time he leaned down and lifted him over his shoulder, moving into the cabin's warmth. After carrying him so far now, it was almost too warm for him. Quickly making the couch he laid him on his back before returning to close the door and re-lock it. A flash of recent memory moving across his vision he saw himself two months before doing the same thing only from the side door in the kitchen. A pang of guilt stole into his mind and conscience as he turned away, that had been happening more and more as time progressed. The last few days he'd been nearly overwhelmed at times by it. Putting it aside for the time being he went to the pantry door. It was unlocked from earlier still. Going inside he returned in a few short minutes with a real first aid kit.
Vinny left the pantry door unlocked this time also. Without a conscious decision on his part, things were changed now, like the increasing guilt had been changing. Bosco had made no comment, or even acted like he noticed, but all the knives, forks and other 'deadly' objects had slowly over the last week returned to 'normal' placement in the kitchen and cabin. Again, it was as if neither noticed or felt the need to comment on it.
Moving to the couch again, he dug around in the kit until he found what he was looking for. Lifting Bosco's head onto a pillow elevating it he put a glucose tablet under his tongue. His mother had been diabetic and he knew the signs of low blood sugar. Bosco had not eaten much the night before and with losing his breakfast to the withdrawal and not replacing it with more than a bite of the sandwich, his had fallen dangerously. Wiping his forehead of sweat, and repeating the gesture for his own he sat and waited for him to regain conciseness again.
His eye was caught by the picture of Denver and himself. One of the ones Bosco had been talking about earlier. Memories flooded his mind as he stared at it. Several minutes had gone pass when he heard, "What happened Vin?" Startled out of his thoughts he saw Bosco watching him, only just awake he looked pale and sick.
"Hey," Vinny moved to him, another tablet in his hand, "here, you passed out from not eating and from being sick with the withdrawal. Eat this and you'll feel better soon. Then I'll get something better for you to keep your sugar up." Handing him the tablet he watched as Bosco chewed it.
"Taste like oranges," he grimaced, "but too sweet." Shifting on the couch he began to try to sit up. Vinny stayed him with a hand on his chest, "No, not yet. You rest, or you'll be on your face again. And yeah they are too sweet but its glucose and its what you need. So stay put. I'll be right back." Getting to his feet he went to the bedroom, leaving him alone for a few minutes. Bosco lay there, grateful for not having to get up suddenly. The little movement he'd done was making his head spin.
Several minutes later Vinny returned, having changed from his sweaty clothes. Carrying a blanket and pillow he draped the blanket over Bosco and gave him the pillow. Bosco handing him his coat which he'd removed, gratefully accepted it, having decided that right here was just fine as he still had the shakes and dizziness.
"I'll get lunch for us. Be right back, oh and if you start to feel like you're getting sick, eat another one of those tablets, they can be gross, but they work." Vinny grinned at him, then headed into the kitchen.
"Ok, but I think I'll wait for some real food," Bosco heard him moving around the fridge and cabinets. Spotting the pictures of Vinny and his 'friend' he was reminded of earlier and his still incompletely answered question. They had not done much talking on the walk back. And after he'd begun to be sick again, he only recalled asking Vinny, 'how much further', before he blacked out again. Now, determined he carefully asked, "You going to tell me now about this guy in the picture? Or I have to keep guessing?" He kept his voice light, trying not to upset Vinny. His curiosity, having waxed and waned over the last few months finally too much for him. It occurred to him that having the curiosity in the first place other than at the beginning was a bit strange, and the tightness in his stomach and chest as he waited for the answer was a bit disconcerting. Bosco put that aside for now as he waited for Vinny to decide if he'd answer or tell him it was none of his business.
"Not much to tell," Vinny's voice came back to him, tight but sounding like he might be thinking about sharing after all, "he was my partner in Chicago." Hesitating as he moved around taking out plates and utensils, "And my best friend. Or I thought he was. But sometimes people can really fool you."
Now his interest was piqued, "Yea, I guess so, huh?" Drawing a sheepish look from Vinny before he went back silently to his preparations, "So, how long were you partners? Was he your first partner?" Cautiously he sat up enough to watch him as he continued in the kitchen, arm draped over the back of the couch to support himself. He was observing Vinny's body language as he asked the question. Ready to change the subject if he saw him growing angry.
"No," Vinny hesitated as he opened a can, "he was my second partner. First one was an older guy, he made Sergeant, and Denver's did too, so they hooked us up together. We were partners for 6 years or around that." Pouring the soup into the small pot he set it on the stove, lighting the pilot. Turning he saw Bosco watching him, giving him a strange look he asked, "Are you really interested? Or are you just bored? Because this isn't really something I want to talk about. But if you are serious I will. But, if you're just entertaining yourself, stop it." He gave Bosco a close but not a hard look now. Almost as if he were afraid of his answer.
Vinny felt his heart pounding as he waited. Unsure, he realized he really needed Bosco to give the right answer suddenly, to want to know. Something just below the surface was making itself known to him for the first time in a long time, and he was as frightened of that as Bosco had been of him. But something else inside him told him that if he was going to face this, Bosco was the one he could face it with. Searching his face, seeing only signs of sincere need to know he began to relax.
Bosco for his part, found himself wanting to reassure Vinny of his sincerity, and not just because it would be 'less dangerous'. Why or for what insane reason was beyond his grasp at the moment, but he responded without thinking, "No, I really am interested. I want to know. I," taking a step further mentally without hesitation he added, "need to know." Now he was looking down at the soft brown leather, confused at his response. His own heart was pounding, but it was not in fear of what might have happened to this man Denver. He found he did need to know, and what had started as a ploy to get Vinny to tell him why he was doing the things he was became something frightening to himself. But he was determined to get the answers so, looking back up at him, "Tell me Vinny. I want to know everything, if you want to tell me."
Vinny continued to search his face, seeing the confusion and slight fear written there. He also saw how pale he was, and flushed at the same time. Nodding, "Ok, but lets get something in you that you can keep down. I have a feeling this 'illness' you're going through isn't finished and maybe won't get easier before it gets worse." He saw his expression of relief that Vinny was going to tell, and watched as he settled in for the listening.
Turning back to the stove he began, "His name was Denver Starke. And he was just my partner and my best friend for three years. But something happened between us and he became my lover. My first. Or rather my first and until you, only male lover." He waited for any shocked or disbelieving comments, and for sarcasm over his 'until you' comment, but when none came and his quick glance back revealed only patient curiosity he continued. "Denver had a way of dealing with perps that was, um, well," giving a short laugh, "kind of like yours. He'd rather just bust a head instead of hearing what the problem was and trying to fix it. Believe it or not Maurice, I wasn't always like I was in New York. I was a lot like Sullivan. Believing that you could fix problems instead of just arresting people." Now he heard a soft snort of laughter, accompanied by, "Yea right, sure. You wanting to talk instead of banging heads?"
Shrugging his shoulders, "People change Maurice, you should know that. Anyway, I guess at first we hit it off because he helped me learn better to tell when busting a head was more necessary than talk and I helped him stop getting complaints on mistreatment of prisoners. Besides, we liked the same things away from work. Hunting, fishing, skiing. That kind of stuff," slicing up sandwich bread he put the slices on a plate as he talked, "and before we knew it we were hanging out on weekends. Coming up here at least twice a month, and when we had long weekends. We even took our vacations here." Taking bowls out of the cabinet now he dished the soup. Turning off the flame, he carried the tray with the food into the livingroom.
Bosco turned on the couch and accepted a bowl and spoon. As he blew on the first spoonful, "So, if it was that great what happened? You guys have a falling out? How did you end up leaving Chicago?"
Vinny swallowed his bite of sandwich, chewing slowly on the next one as he formulated his answer. Instead of beginning, he told him, "Eat, then I'll tell you." Eyes clouded with memories as he glanced over at the pictures. Bosco waited, suddenly a lump forming in his throat as he watched Vinny's face. His instinct told him what was coming was not going to be pleasant, but he kept silent, afraid not to know now. Forcing himself to eat, they both sat in silence as they did so. Finally nearly finished, he refused the sandwich, "No, I don't think I can handle anymore food right now. Thanks." Nodding Vinny set the plate down. Bosco having a couple of spoons left of the soup held it against his chest watching him.
"I," Vinny began again, "left because there was nothing left for me anymore." Eyes now on Bosco he looked scared to death suddenly, "I killed him, Maurice. God help me I killed him. It was an accident, a horrible accident, but I'm the one who did it. I'm the one who killed him."
The 'truth' as Vinny believed it to be blurted out without any excuse or buildup to it, hung between them. Leaving both in silent shock for several long minutes. Bosco, the lump in his throat returning to near choking him, sat staring at his face, seeing grief and sorrow all mixed up with anger and fear. He grew still, trying to comprehend what Vinny was telling him. He'd never really believed that Vinny had killed anyone, not murder anyway, just thought it to be a serious threat he used to control him. One that had worked of course, but to hear he'd actually done it. To his partner; even if he was claiming accident made him set the bowl down in his lap; before he dropped it.
Vinny staring back, tears flowing, saw his reaction clearly. His own lump threatening to choke him as he saw Bosco's sudden renewed fear growing. Quietly, "I didn't murder him Maurice. It was an accident. I was angry and he reached out and I pushed him away." Bosco kept his eyes locked as he listened, but Vinny could see he was having a hard time. "We were standing on top of the rocks by the pond, and he slipped and fell. I tried to find him, I thought he would just be wet, and pissed off. But I never did." Finally the stare was too much and he looked down, sandwich remains crushed in his hand, he set it down in the plate, "He drowned, and I couldn't stop it. And I couldn't find him."
Without thought, Bosco said the first thing that popped into his mind, as usual, "What were you fighting about?" The sudden shaking of Vinny's hands as he asked the question, along with the now white faced look he gave him made his stomach lurch. Fighting to keep his meal down, he felt as though he was looking at the mirror in the first days here.
Vinny's slow, low voice as he again looked at his hands, clenching them to keep them still made him want to reach out. But Bosco held himself still as he continued his story. Growing horror coming over him the further down that road Vinny went.
Station House: Swersky's office
"You did what?" Faith moved by anger sat forward, "how in the hell could you do such a thing to someone you claim to love?" The others remained silent, struck that way by what Denver was revealing to them.
"I panicked," his voice filled with shame, "no one knew. No one could know. How in the hell was I suppose to face the others? Let them find out I was gay? Only thing was, what happened turned out a hell of allot worse. It was a fight over how to deal with a perp. Nothing more. But we'd NEVER really had one before, minor disagreements yea but a real fight, never. And when Vincent came up to me in the locker room after, I did something I shouldn't have done. I let him hold me, and I kissed him. Things started to get a bit hot, nothing really, but when one of the real assholes of the station house walked in on us and," he looked away as Sully was giving him a look to kill just then, unable to look them in the eye, he knew how disgusted these men were, he'd seen it before, "anyway. When he started with his comments, yelling at us, well. I panicked, I pushed Vincent away and started yelling at him like he'd attacked me or something. And I hit him. The other officer jumped right in and before I knew it, I'd accused him of sexual assault on me. It ended up with me in the Captains office, proclaiming to the world that Vincent had raped me, that he was crazy and it was, like, I was possessed or something. Once I got into it..."
"You just couldn't back down, could you," Swersky spoke up, his voice full of derision, he had a pretty good idea of what they'd gone through. He'd dealt with officers who were found to be lovers before, and some of the same sex variety. But he'd never had one go like what this man was telling him. His disgust wasn't for their sexual preference but that someone could do this to someone they professed to love. "You got in deep and let him fry rather than face your own punishment, or have them look at you different. Is that right?"
Denver nodded, glancing back at him, "Yes. And before I knew what was going on, before I 'came to my senses' and could retract what I'd said, well," swallowing hard, "he'd been arrested and was put in jail. His father wouldn't post bail and I refused his calls for help. Then the judge ordered no bail, because he was afraid with Vincent's Dad's connections and money, he'd skip. I figured he would get out on his own recognizance, but that didn't happen. It was Thursday he went in, and, when the judge refused Friday, he was in the entire weekend." He stopped there unable for the moment to admit what he knew.
Ty finally could take no more, "You sorry son of a bitch! You had to know, a cop? Accused of raping his partner? GAY? In jail?" His anger storming the room, Faith sat stunned as she began to comprehend what this man was telling them now.
"I didn't know," Denver sat forward, willing them to understand, "I thought he was out. It wasn't until Monday and one of the others called and said he was in the infirmary that I knew he'd not gotten out, that his Dad had not helped or the judge had refused him bail. And even then they just said he'd started a fight with another inmate. I didn't know, I swear! He was in solitary. It happened when he was taken to the showers. And that's when I knew I couldn't tell anyone the truth. I was responsible for what happened to him, and I stuck by my story."
"How long was he in the hospital?" Sully spoke up, angry, but wanting him to continue so they could finally find out where the hell he thought Vinny had taken Bosco.
"Two weeks," he didn't look at Sully, eyes returning to his lap, "he had some surgery, to repair the damage they'd done to him. They really messed him up, but not as much as what I'd done. If I'd answered his call for help. Hell if I'd been more of a man it would never have happened. I saw his back, later at the cabin. When I went to find him. He'd run, but only to hide for awhile, not to get away from justice or anything. Or if he did, we never got that far. He was so...it was horrible. They cut him with a jagged piece of pipe."
"Oh my god," Ty spoke again, "that's what those horrible scars are from? Jesus, no wonder he's so fucked up in the head!"
"Not to mention what else they did? Right Starke?" Sully stood straight now, "Why don't you skip over all your 'guilt' and get to why he thinks you're dead? How did you pull that one off? Cause everyone else thought so too. I'm real damn interested in that part. I mean hell, you made everyone think he was a rapist, why not a murderer too, huh? Guess the not finding a body...how the hell could you just leave him like that? Good God man, all you had to do was tell them you were alive and it was a lie and none OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED!"
They waited as he sat silent in the wake of Sully's comments.
Cabin:
"I fought them off as best I could, but, all I got for it was two surgeries to repair my back and my broken arm," Vinny's soft voice and the story had Bosco completely caught, "I guess I should have just let them do what they wanted to the queer cop rapist huh? Only I was innocent, and I really believed until the first one started after I was beaten down and my back carved up like..." he was staring again at the pictures, "I really thought, I mean it was like some horrible nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. That he'd answer my phone calls, and come and get me out of it. I don't know how many there were, I finally blacked out from the shock and blood loss. But, I trusted him so much, loved him so completely, that even when they were taking me to the infirmary and I came too, I was asking them if he'd come for me yet. I knew how scared he was of being found out, but I figured he'd come around." He gave a self depreciating laugh, "How big a dumbass does that make me? He set the rules and I followed them, just like I always did. And then he broke them and my trust. And my Dad. I went to him after I finally got out. Guess the judge felt sorry for me after they told him what happened. Dad told me he never wanted to see me again. That he didn't raise a queer." He glanced back to see Bosco's reaction, but all he saw was quiet listening, mixed with horror, "I lied to you about how I got the car. The only reason I inherited it was because he died of a heart attack before he could change his will. My Dad who had never shown me anything Maurice but love, died hating me. And the cabin I'd already bought so, I didn't even get that from him."
Leaning sideways, Bosco did finally reach out, laying his hand on Vinny's, "Trusting him didn't make you a dumbass. And doing what he did to you? I can't imagine doing that to someone I love Vin. My family is so screwed up you can't imagine. They do stuff to each other all the time that makes no sense to me. And they've done stuff to me too, but I still always seem to think things will change. Or I use to anyway. Sometimes I look in the mirror and all I see is a dumbass. But that doesn't mean I am one. I just love them, and figure they probably in their own way love me too," He gave a small laugh, "I hope anyway."
It occurred to him that here he was giving comfort and reassurance to the man who was holding him against his will, and had done horrible things to make it happen. But somehow as usual for him, hearing what someone had gone through to make them become who they were brought out his need to help.
"And if anyone understands what it's like to 'betray' or be betrayed by a partner it's me." He stopped as Vinny looked at him sharply. "I was talking about what I did to get Faith shot, not anything else. That was an entire book's worth of dumbass and betrayals. Trust me on that one."
"No, you meant me too," Vinny nodded, "and you're right. I killed Denver, and I," for the first time he admitted what he'd done, he'd not 'hurt' Bosco, he, "raped you. I know that now. I think I went a little bit insane Maurice. All I could see was that I was going to lose you, like I'd done him. That Ty would take you away from me." He glanced down, adding, "I know he's not gay. I can see it now. And I know you weren't and still aren't." Looking up again, his eyes filled, "Denver came out here; I'd come to hide out. I saw him coming and took off for the pond. He followed me out there. I tried telling him to leave. But he wouldn't let it go. We were standing on the rocks, and he started trying to tell me how sorry he was. How much he still loved me."
A deep sigh escaped him then, "Loved me. Right. I started yelling at him, screaming at him about how he didn't even know the meaning of that word. That if you love someone you don't lie like he did. You don't hurt someone like that. He was trying to talk but I just let him have it...
Flashback:
"Vincent," Denver his back to the water pleaded, "please, god please listen to me! I'm going to tell them the truth I swear to you!"
"SHUT UP DENVER!" Vinny beside himself now, "YOU LEFT ME THERE!! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING AND YOU KNEW IT! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THEY DID TO ME? HOW MANY OF THEM THERE WERE? THEY BEAT ME NEARLY TO DEATH DENVER!! LOOK AT MY FUCKING BACK!!" Lifting his shirt he turned showing Denver the horrible gashes, still healing. The remains of where the stitches had been still sharply visible. At Denver's gasping, "Oh my god!" Vinny dropped his shirt back into place, turning back to him, "Oh my god is right! Want to know what else Denver? Do you?" He advanced on him, stopping only inches from him, "They raped me. Don't know how many, don't remember! Not after I passed out from blood loss. Broke my arm so I must have still been fighting them, but they did it." His harsh voice ripped from him as he told what happened to him, "I didn't rape anyone, I never hurt you, EVER! But you made sure I paid for your imagined 'sins' anyway didn't you? And all for what? Because you can't be the queer son of hero cops? I don't get that, I really don't, what's the difference if they think you're gay or if they think you were raped? Either way you were with a man. They're never going to look at you the same way again and you know it. Only now my Dad hates me too."
Vinny began to turn, his anger melting into despair; when he felt Denver's hands on him. No one but the Drs. and nurses had touched him in the weeks and months since that night. No one but the prison guard before the judge let him out. No one would even talk to him who knew him. Or if they recognized him from the paper or the news reports. When Denver tried to grab his arm, his, "Vincent please, don't leave," lost as Vinny in a blind panic turned and shoved him away.
Denver slipped as he stumbled backwards. Arms pinwheeling he went over the edge of the rocks down into the pond. His shouts lost as he hit the water. Vinny stood transfixed a moment in shock then ran to the edge calling his name. Not able to see as the rocks dipped outward before returning again inward. Vinny ran terrified down the hill to the gravel shore.
Screaming Denver's name, his anger and hurt forgotten he searched the surface. Not seeing him, he waded in and began swimming towards the rocks. Diving down again and again, each time not finding him. Calling his name as he surfaced, only to be met with silence. Finally exhausted, in danger of drowning himself if he didn't stop he sat on the bank, sobbing. He'd killed his best friend. The person he'd loved most in this world after his father and he would forever pay for it.
End of Flashback
"I sat there for hours," Vinny was crying like it had just happened today, and not two years ago. The grief and guilt that had built up finally released. "I left that night. And until I met you I never returned here. I killed him, and I never told anyone what happened. I was so afraid of what they would do to me. I couldn't go back to prison. Not after," He broke down completely now, head falling forward, "I'm sorry, oh god forgive me I'm so sorry Maurice. Please forgive me, I never meant to hurt you like I did. We'll go back I promise, I'll take you home, please I'm begging you forgive me."
Bosco could handle no more, could stay separated from this story no longer. Sitting up he leaned out and put his arms around Vinny, "Its okay, Vin, its okay. You're going to be okay now." He was thinking, 'I pray to god we both will be' but he didn't voice that. Instead he pulled him onto the couch with him. Holding him as Vinny grieved out his sorrow and shame over his crimes. Wondering as he did so how this had gotten so turned around. How he had become to care if this man lived or died. How they could have come in these past few weeks so turned around, full circle. Nothing had changed, he'd still been attacked and kidnapped. Held prisoner, repeatedly coerced into doing things he would never do. Even locked for nearly a month in a dark room. Yet here he was. Here they were. Two men changed forever by what someone else had done over two years ago now. Listening to Vinny sob, his anger at him faded into pity, then sorrow, then was gone. His new anger was focused on the dead man in the picture. That man had cost them both everything. He only wished he could confront him and make him pay.
He felt drained as he lay on the couch now, Vinny in his arms. Asleep, having let go of the last two years of pent up misery. Watching the window across the room, Bosco knew that although Vinny had promised several times during his breakdown to take him home, the mountain and sky had other plans for them both. It was snowing again, and it was coming down hard. He could hear thunder in the distance and knew from the two months plus that they'd been here that this was going to be much like the first severe storm. But he somehow knew that he could wait now, time was no longer running out for him.
Looking down, he felt moved by pity, and something he couldn't put a name too. Stroking Vinny's blonde hair as he'd been doing for awhile now he leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes. In minutes he too was asleep.
Station House: Swersky's office:
"It wasn't easy," Denver answered Sully who'd asked again how he'd convinced him he was dead as Denver went through the fight at the rocks edge, "I swam underwater until I reached the far shore. Then climbed out when I saw him go in. I sat in the trees watching him. Making sure he gave up and didn't drown himself looking for me. When he did, and finally returned to the cabin, I snuck away.""How did you, if its as far away from everything as you claim, get down the mountain?" Faith trying not to do what Swersky at the start of this conversation wanted to, shake him, asked.
"I waited until he left, then drove my car out." He was nodding as he added, "Vincent never went back until, well maybe recently. I stayed around long enough to make sure he hadn't, so by the time he did, the car not being there would not surprise him. I don't think in the state of mind he was in he would have thought much about it if he had returned sooner. Then I left the state. I saw in the papers that his Dad had gotten the police to drop the charges if not the suspicion about my death." Then he stunned them, "I knew he would. I went to him and told him that I would leave and never return if he did that for Vincent. If not I would drop the rape charges and try to repair the relationship. I convinced him that in his current state of mind, that Vincent would forgive me upon finding me alive. So he did what he had to do to keep his son from a 'queer's life'. And I left."
"His own FATHER? Let him think he'd killed his lover? After everything he'd been through?" Sully shocked into sympathy for Vinny, if only for a few seconds as this, 'monster' as he was now thinking of Denver Starke, continued, "You blackmailed his own Father to cover your ass? And let him think..." It was finally too much for him, moving forward he knocked Starke from his chair. Faith and Ty both jumping up to stop him from further actions against the man. Their only possible link now to finding Bosco.
"SULLIVAN!!" Swersky yelled out, "ENOUGH!! BACK OFF NOW!!" Standing he watched as Starke's friend helped him up, looking shocked himself. Swersky didn't know and didn't care if it was because of Starke's reveal or Sullivans reaction.
"YOU DROVE HIM FUCKING INSANE AND YOU THINK BECAUSE YOU SHOW UP, WHAT? EVERYTHING IS JUST GOING TO GO AWAY?" Sully was yelling at the top of his lungs, not advancing on him physically, but instead attacking him verbally, though pounding this 'piece of shit' as he would forever refer to him, into the ground was exactly what he wanted to do. "HE NEARLY KILLED MY PARTNER AND HE KIDNAPPED BOSCORELLI BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID TO HIM! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!! HOW DARE YOU SIT AND ACT SO 'SORRY' NOW FOR WHAT YOU CAUSED! YOU BETTER DAMN WELL TELL US RIGHT THE HELL NOW WHERE THEY ARE OR I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS ALL OVER THIS STATION UNTIL YOU DO!!! AND YOU BETTER PRAY TO GOD BOSCO'S STILL ALIVE OR YOU WON'T BE LONG!!"
Now, Sully moved at him, Denver scrambled away hands held up before him, as Faith and Ty tried to hold him back. Dave moved quickly around the other side of his desk getting between Sully and Starke. "SULLIVAN!! I MEAN IT!! STOP!!" Hands held up he blocked as Sully moved forward again before giving in and allowing himself to be pulled away.
Swersky turned then, pointing his forefinger at Starke, "You have about 5 minutes to give us the location before I turn him and about two dozen others loose on your sick ass."
Denver nodded rapidly at him, holding his jaw where Sully had hit him, "I'll show you if you have a map handy." Glancing over his shoulder at Sully's red face, then catching the woman and other man's looks, added, "Um, right now if I can?"
"Lets go," Swersky turned to see, Ty already holding the door open as the others were turning to leave the room.
TBC...