I Am You, I Am Me, Will Somebody Set Me Free?

PART 2 - THE BOSTONIANS.

BOSTON PD.

COLD CASE UNIT.

MUSIC: Everytime You Go Away, Paul Young

Hey, If we can solve any problem

Then why do we lose so many tears

Oh, and so you go again

When the leading man appears

Always the same thing

Can't you see, we've got everything goin' on and on and on

Every time you go away you take a piece of me with you

Every time you go away you take a piece of me with you

Go on and go free, yeah

Maybe you're too close to see

I can feel your body move

It doesn't mean that much to me

I can't go on sayin' the same thing

Just can't you see, we've got everything do you even know

We

Know

Every time you go away you take a piece of me with you, oh

Every time you go away you take a piece of me with you

I can't go on sayin' the same thing

'Cause baby, can't you see, we've got everything goin' on

And

On and on

Every time you go away you take a piece of me with you

Every time you go away you take a piece of me with you

Agent Mark Shorley was intently looking at the files from Paul Rowles' box. There had to be something, anything, that could help them crack this case.

He was really obsessed by this case, or at least that was how George Dempsey, Mark's partner, saw it.

"Please, Mark, slow down." He said, his blue eyes filled equally with worry and annoyance "This case can wait. It's from 1985."

"Hell no, it can't. It's waited long enough." Mark said, waving Paul's picture up for George to see. "Think about it, George; what if this was your brother, son, boyfriend, anyway a person you care about? You had lost hope of having justice for his death, and you ask for it to be reopened. Would you mind if the Detectives in charge of the case were slacking, even a little?" Mark noticed George's pained expression and said "I thought so." Before the other man could say a word in reply, still holding up Paul Rowles' picture, from which a good looking blond-haired and light-brown-eyed 19-year old looked back at them, a smile evident on his sealed lips.

"Hey, guys." Said Russell Schwartz, the tough guy, the one who, no matter how obstinate the witness or the suspect was, always managed to get something out without compromising the investigation.

"What's up, Russ?" asked Mark.

"We're going to receive a visit from Philadelphia's Cold Case Unit." The other man answered.

Mark rolled his eyes. "The Sorsey case?"

Russell nodded. "The Sorsey case."

"Aww, hell, our guy was cleared; he had been taking a friend to the ER, which was confirmed by the witnesses and the evidence at the time." Mark retorted.

"They think the same person killed both of them… at least, I think." Russell answered. "But right now, you have an appointment with Officer Sagemiller."

"He's already here?" Russell nodded again.

"Thanks, we're going." Mark said. George took the cue and followed his partner.

TBC