Faith finished her coffee. She knew she had to find him. There was something only he could answer. She reviewed her notes and coughed on her coffee as she read the last line she wrote from the previous day. She had to find him even more now. She looked around. He's got to be here. One day, he's got to be here. She stood up, paid her bill and left.

She headed back to the office and she saw Sasha Monroe walking her way. "Monroe?" She leaned down and hoped she was right.

"Faith Yokas?" The young lady responded and gave Faith a hug. "How've you been?"

"I've been good. Listen, you haven't had the opportunity to run into Bosco have you?"

Sasha shook her head. "Nope. Haven't seen him for at least two years. I heard he left the 7-9."

"Yeah, he did." Faith nodded.

"Why do you need him?" Sasha walked a little ways with Faith.

"I've got this murder made to look like a suicide, and it's a Soldier that just returned home from Iraq. I don't know what information Bosco could really give, but I do know he was in the Army and he's seen some serious combat. I just wanted to know if he could provide any information on this Soldier." Faith adjusted her scarf.

"Why this Solider? Does Bosco know every Soldier in the Army?" Sasha smiled.

"No, of course not. This one had a Ranger tab and Bosco was a Ranger. There's more I can't tell that would link Bosco to this guy." Faith looked at Sasha. "I don't mean Bosco killed him, if that's what that surprised look is for. He may be able to provide who this Soldier was and why he was murdered."

"If I happen to see him, I'll tell him you're looking for him. I'll pass the word on to Ty as well."

"What's going on with you two? Married yet?" Faith smiled.

"We're engaged, but no date's been set. Between my chasing City Hall and his crime unit, there's not much time for anything." Sasha sighed. "I'd like to get married soon, but there's really no time. Hey, this is my stop. Good luck."

"Yeah, thanks." Faith waved bye to Sasha. "Tell Ty I said 'Hi'."

"Will do!" Sasha ran inside.

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Faith sat at her desk, still trying to piece everything together. She opened her drawer and saw the letter from him. She decided to read it. She opened it and another letter fell out. Perplexed, she picked up the second letter. It wasn't in his handwriting. She opened the letter and read it.

With what I've seen and with what I have done, I can not live with the memories of what plays over and over again in my head. That haunts my every waking hour. I beg for peace and mercy and the nightmares refuse to stop; the voices and the screams refuse to be quiet. Every face I pass is the face of one I have killed. I can only stop them this way. I hope you can forgive me.


First Sergeant David McMichael
US Army, 2/75th Ranger Bn.

She looked at the letter longer. Then she picked up the letter from him. Why did the deceased send the letter to him? She read his letter.

Faith, I know we've not really spoken since I left the 7-9, but I know you and Jelly are working this case. First Sergeant McMichael was my platoon leader in Somalia. He was a good Soldier and I promise you that this is something that he wouldn't do. It's not his writing. I've enclosed the supposed suicide note and a letter he wrote me from Iraq. Notice they are not the same. Promise me, Faith, that you will look at this as a murder. You know where to find me should you need me.

Bosco

She looked at the third letter that was in the envelope and read it.

Greetings from Shithole, Iraq! Wish you were here, Bosco. These guys are idiots. I should be home within the month, so don't reply back when you get this. So, when I get home, I'll call you and I'll buy you a drink or something. I know I'll end up here again. Might as well make the most of being at home, right? See you soon!


Big Mac

Faith read more of the letter. "This doesn't sound like a guy who'd want to kill himself." She said out loud.