Chapter 3-What Lies In Wait
Bosco tucked his wife agaist his side and looked at John Sullivan. The man hadn't aged in ten years. He smiled. No one knew how much Sully had ment to him. How much the older man had taught him. How much he did to save the Maurice Boscorelli of yesterday. Miranda knew. That's why she risked going up north to find him and bringing him back to the city.
"Welcome Home old man." Sully looked at the younger man. He wanted to tell him what he told Miranda. New York wasn't home anymore. In all his years working with Maurice Boscorelli he knew that he needed to pick his battles. He wasn't picking one right out of the gate.
"Hello Bosco."
"Thank you for coming. I didn't know where to turn." Ty and Sasha came down and said their hellos. Mirand excused herself and took Ethan into the house. "I…We need your help." The three of them stood in front of Sully. They looked tiered and ragged. Like they fought a battle and were close to loosing.
"I don't what you think I can do." Bosco looked at Sully.
"I think you know more then any man I know. You're a cop, you started law school. You knew One PP inside and out at one time. We just need some help in where to look for the missing cops."
"You think One PP is killing off cops?"
"Not killing them but keeping them quiet some how. Not that some cops turning over rocks haven't disappeared."
"I don't know what I can do to help."
"Just being here is help." Bosco lead Sully, Ty and Sasha around the back of the house and to the garage. Inside held the past. Bosco's mint mustang and a whole lot of boxes of paperwork. A desk with a computer sat in the far corner with a couch and a playpen near by. Bosco spent a lot of time in here by the looks of it Sully thought.
"I don't know what you think I can do Bosco. I'm as old school as the come. One PP has become a bevy of tecnology. There's no way I can come with anymore answer's then you have I'm sure."
"You know the players. They're mostly from your time. Brendon found some of his dad's old stuff too so maybe between you and Finny's old files we can put something…anything together."
"Who's chief?"
"Wallace Whitmore. You went though the academy with him right?"
"Whitmore is Chief of Police?"
"Yeah. Appoint last spring by Mayor Attwood."
"Clint Attwood hated Whitmore since the day they met. He would never appoint a nitwit like Whitmore unless he had to." Sully looked at the files piled in the courner of Bosco's garage and shook his head. "Do you really think the answers lie in Finny's old files and my old head?"
"All I know is a lot of good cops have gone missing and no one seems to care. Brendon and Ty have done everything they can with their connections and so have I. Faith and Miller are a little busy right now on some big high profile homiside at the Plaza. I don't want to pull them in again till I've wasted all my resources."
"I'm I one of your resources Boscrelli?"
"You're my best resorce to date Sullivan." He sat himself on the edge of his desk. "They've tried everything to keep me off the streets lately. Like there's something going down I can't know about. Bedstye is crawling with new blood and it isn't the kind of blood you want wandering the streets of Brooklyn. I even thought of moving Miranda and Ethan back to Texas. Her dad would like nothing better." Sully studied the tension in Bosco's body. He was wound tighter then a rubber band pulled taunt. Miranda had a right to be worried about her husband.
"Okay. I'll look at what Finny has and whatever you can bring me but I'm not making any promises Bosco. I don't even know what game is playing let alone the rules." Ty smiled.
"Join the club Sully. Man were no closer to figuring this out then we were six months ago." Sasha was an assemblywoman for the 15th district that included Bedstye and Brooklyn Hieghts. She looked as tired as Bosco and Ty. Ty explained she had been pulling long hours in hope to uncove something regarding Chris's disappearence.
"Okay. You have my attention. Now tell me what you're not telling me." Sully looked at Bosco then at Ty. He had the look of a father who knew his son's had thrown their baseball though the nieghbors window. Bosco stood up.
"Finny…he went missing yesterday."
"Missing?"
"Grace and Brendon have been renting an apartment on the upper westside. No one, not even our Capitain knew where they were living. He wanted it that way until we found out what the hell was going on. This morning Bosco and me headed over there and the place was empty. Grace, the kids, Brendon all gone. Not a trace of them." Sully didn't like the sound of that. If they risked taking Finny they wouldn't hesitate taking out the rest of them.
"You waited till now to tell me this?"
"Well if we started out with it we though we would be bringing you down right out of the gate. I mean I know you don't care for Brendon but…it's different when you know they guy."
"Anyone dust for prints?"
"I got some friends in CSI, they found not one single print. The place was cleaned down to the floorboards. Tyler put his bike tire though the wall last week and not even that hole was visable. Whoever took them was a pro." Bosco headed to the door. "I haven't told Miranda about Fhinny. It would get her way madder then she already is. She's got a temper and I had to hold her back when Chris disappeared. If she finds out Brendon, Grace and the kids are gone she'll blow." Sully looked at Bosco. He was afraid of his wifes temper. That was new.
"So don't you think she'll notice them missing?"
"Not for a few days anyhow. They were leaving for the Catskills this weekend. Grace said she'd call before they left." They headed toward the house.
"Won't she get suspecious when Grace doesn't call."
"We'll figure that out when the time comes." The climed up the steps to the back door. "She's got chicken frying. She's nesting." Bosco turned around. "This can't be good." He looked to Sasha for help.
"It's chicken Bosco. It isn't Christmas dinner." She smiled. "Now if there's cornbread and greens we got problems."
"I smell both."
"You're in deep Boscorelli." Ty opened the door. "Randi it smells great. Whats cooking?" Bosco bowed his head and shook it. Sasha patted his back and followed Ty inside. Sully looked at Bosco. Shaking his head he went inside. Bosco was so not like the man he knew ten years ago. Bosco followed them in and put a smile on his face. They all sat at the large table in the Boscorelli's dining room. Ethan sat in a highchair next to Ty. "Hey little man." Ethan smiled.
"He's a handsome young man Bosco." Sully sat across from Ty.
"Takes after his mom's side of the family." Food started being passed. Sully noticed the complete and utter silence that had fallen over the table. Miranda Boscorelli looked at the people surrounding her. She had a calming prensents over these people. Food was put on plates but none was touched as Miranda said grace. As she blessed the meal and those who couldn't be with them she threw in a little extra prayer for the Finny family in hopes that come next Sunday they would be at the table with them. She raised her eyes and looked across the table at her husband as she said Amen.
"I'm sorry." He said looking at her.
"Faith called. She said there wasn't any more then what she had this morning." Standing up she pushed her plate away and headed back to the kitchen. Ty and Sasha started eating and so did Ethan. Bosco took his napkin off his lap and threw it on the table and followed his wife.
"Randi wait…" Bosco grabbed her arm. She spun around and yanked her arm away.
"How long were you going to keep this from me Maurice?"
"I was hoping it was all a big mix up. That they went to the mountians early."
"And took all there stuff."
"I'm sorry okay. I thought I was doing the right thing." Miranda turned around and leand agaist the sink. Grace and her had become close these last few months. Bosco knew that and wanted to protect Miranda from herself. He knew how emotional she could get.
"I'm pregnant." The words hit him like a frieght train.
"Jesus baby…we…I thought we were going to wait." Miranda turned around and looked at him.
"I guess it falls under 'oops'." Bosco could see the anger brewing in her brown eyes. From day one he learned that much like his, her temper was a force to be reconed with.
"I didn't mean it like that Randi." He took a step forward to take her in his arms but she put up her hand to stop him.
"I'm taking Ethan and going back to Texas. Please say you'll come with us."
"You know I can't. Not now."
"I booked a flight in the morning. I can't risk our son." She put her hand on her still flat belly. "Or our daughter." She turned and headed upstairs leaving Bosco to contimplate his next move.
"Should someone go in there?" Sully looked at Ty.
"Not unless you like bloodshed." Ty ate and fed Ethan some more cornbread.
"Are you saying they get violent?" Sasha looked up.
"No. It just gets…heated." Sully stood up and put his napkin on his plate and went into the kitchen. Bosco was on the floor head in his hands.
"Bosco? You okay?" He looked up.
"Yeah. I'm fine." Bosco stood and leaned agaist the counter. Sully could see the moisture in his eyes. "I haven't done a whole lot right in my life Sully. You of all people should know that."
"Seems things have gotten better."
"She made them better. Miranda brought back my life. I just wanted to pretty much eat my gun before she came along. I lost the 55, I lost Faith, Mikey, Cruz. There wasn't a whole lot left for me to come home to at night." Bosco reached above the sink and pulled down a bottle of Jose Cravoue. "Then my jag off capitain sends me to a multijurisdictional seminar and I find something worth living for. Now the damn department that I gave my life to is tearing my life apart again." He poured some tequila in a glass and offered it to Sully.
"No thanks." Sully looked at the young man for so many years had gotten under his skin. Now forty with a wife, a son and a career he loved and it was all falling apart. He took the glass from Bosco. "Go upstairs and make things right."
"I don't know how to do that Sully."
"Tell her you love her and take it from there." Bosco looked at the man that he had given grief to his whole career. He knew that Sully was right. Miranda was just upset. But he knew she was on that plane to Texas and he didn't want her to leave angry. Nodding, he took the steps two at a time to beg his wife's forgiveness.