Disclaimer: See previous chapters
Author's Note: Okay, so I lied. This chapter is actually even shorter than the last one. Sorry about that. It just worked with the story that way. Oh, and it's probably a little bit expected, what happens, but again, it fit with the story that way. I'm going to try really hard to make the next chapter really long. Hey, you might even get to meet Gordon Sharp face to face in the next chapter:)
"Boscorelli!"
"Hey, Boscorelli!"
"Bosco!" Came a chorus of voices as Bosco walked through the doors of the 55th precinct. He said a general hello to everyone and made his way to the desk, where Lieutenant Swersky was sitting.
"Boscorelli, you're not supposed to be here for at least another week," Swersky said, upon seeing him.
"I know, I know. I'm not here to work. I just came to see if you've got anything on Gordon Sharp yet." He knew that they would call him the minute anything at all came up, but he still had to feel like he was doing something.
"Sorry, Boscorelli," Swersky said as predicted. "For all we know, he fled the state after he tried to kill you."
"Damn," Bosco cursed. "He's not gone, Lieu. I know this guy."
"There's not much we can do, Bosco, until someone spots him. We've got his picture up everywhere, but other than that, sorry," Swersky apologized. "Go home. Be with Sam," he advised. Bosco hung his head and sighed.
"Lieu!" came the voice of Sully, as he made his way to the desk, with Ty right behind him.
"Sully, Davis, why are you here so early?" Bosco asked.
"Double shift," Ty said breathlessly. "Lieu, you gotta come to the locker room right now," he said, addressing Swersky. "You should come too, Bosco," he said, turning back to Bosco. The four men ran towards the back of the precinct.
Upon entering, nothing looked out of place, until they reached Bosco's locker. The door had been ripped off its hinges and all its contents had been strewed about.
"What the hell?" Bosco asked. He began to pick up his stuff, when he realized something. He looked into the top section of his locker.
"Sir, my gun's gone!" he exclaimed. He went through everything again, just to make sure, but the gun was nowhere to be found.
"How the hell did this happen?" Swersky said angrily.
"Bosco," said Ty. He pointed past Bosco's head to the mirrors that hung over the sinks. The two on the outside were completely shattered. On the one in the middle, there was a single sheet of paper, taped to the glass. Bosco ran over to it, that sick feeling in his stomach rising up once again.
"I won't make the same mistake twice, Boscorelli," Bosco read shakily. He dropped the paper and bolted to the door. He had to get home.