"You'd better be talking, asshole!" Maurice Boscorelli slammed the young kid against the wall. "Where's your buddies?"
The kid was obviously scared. "I...I...I don't know, Officer."
"Don't be bullshitting me because if I find out you're bullshitting me, this will be the least of your worries." He cuffed the kid and put him in the back of the patrol car.
"You're something else, Bosco." Officer Simon Lackey got in the squad car.
Bosco looked at him. "What?"
"You heard me. How'd you get away with this at the 5-5?"
"Why? I've gotten a kid off the streets that..."
"Is that all you do is arrest people?" Lackey looked at his partner. Partners usually were able to get along, but Lackey found Officer Boscorelli's attitude to policing a little hard to swallow.
"Someone's got to do something. Most of the NYPD sit on thier asses eating doughnuts. No offense, Lackey." He looked at his partner.
"You saying I'm fat?"
"I'm saying I don't know how you catch up with the bad guys at your size." Bosco looked out the window. He then sighed. "How about some lunch after we drop him off at the station?"
Lackey laughed. "You make fun of my weight and then suddenly you want lunch? Unbelievable."
"Hey, I'm hungry. I ran this little piece of shit down. That works up quite an appetite." He looked out his window. "Hey! Stop for a second."
"We've got..."
"Stop the car." Bosco was demanding.
Lackey stopped the car. "Hey, Bosco! Who is that?"
"An old friend." Bosco got out of the car. "Sully?"
The guy turned around. "Well, if it isn't Bust 'Em Boscorelli." He gave Bosco a hug. "What are you doing here?"
Bosco pointed to his car. "Had a call."
"Did he write 'Bosco's a dick' on your car?" Sully laughed.
"Nah, not yet. Hey listen, I was thinking of going to Danbur's after work for a drink. I'll be there around 11, 11:30, if you want to drop by."
Sully smiled. "You got more than ten dollars on you?"
"I'm buying." Bosco laughed.
"I'll see you then." Sully gave Bosco another hug. "It was nice seeing you again, Bosco."
"Yeah, you too."
"Tell Yokas I said 'Hi' next time you see her." Sully yelled as Bosco closed the door.
Bosco waved and nodded. "Can you believe that? Sully. From the 5-5. He retired and that is the first time in at least three years I've seen him." Bosco smiled. "He's a great guy."
"Glad of it. Now, what are we going to do about your prisoner in the back seat?" Lackey drove off.
"Put him in the holding cells. What else we going to do with him?" Bosco was perturbed at such a question.