Bosco drank his beer, waiting for Sully to show up. Just as he stood up to go, Sully walked in. "Hey, Bosco. Sorry I'm late. Damn New York traffic."
"It's alright, Sully. I was just going to the john." Bosco lied.
"I heard Faith is looking for you, Bosco." Sully blurted.
Bosco froze in his tracks. "Did she say why?" He knew what he hoped it would be for.
"Nope." Sully ordered a beer. "I ran into her and Sasha Monroe today down near where Camelot used to be. Faith's very quiet on why she's looking for you. Think she'll leave Miller and come to you? We all..."
"Doubtful." Bosco returned to his seat. He sipped his beer. "Highly doubtful."
Faith couldn't stop thinking about the letter. "Why would a guy that was looking so forward to meeting up with old friends and starting a new life after his career ended, commit suicide?"
John Miller sat next to her. "What are you talking about?" He kissed her cheek.
"The McMichael case." She put her head on his shoulder. "This was a guy, by all accounts, was looking forward to life. He had no reason to kill himself."
"There was a note."
"Not his writing." Faith stood up and kissed him. "I've got to go. I've got to find someone"
"Let the case go for the night." He held her hand. "It's not going anywhere, is it?"
She pulled her hand from his. "Maybe not, but if I don't find who I need to find, it will go cold." She put her coat on and walked out, hoping to find him.
Faith walked for a while, thinking about the letter and Bosco's words. She had to find him, but right now all she wanted was a nice glass of red wine. She made her way into Danbur's Bar. She sat at the bar and ordered her drink. She scanned the place and saw him talking to Sully. "Thanks." She took her drink and walked over. "This seat taken or can anyone sit here."
Bosco smiled. "Yokas. Long time no see."
"Nice to see you too, Bosco. You mind?"
"No, go ahead and have a seat, Yokas." He scooted over.
"How you doing, Sully?" Faith set her glass on the table.
"Good. Retired life is fantastic, though sometimes boring." Sully sipped his beer.
"Glad to hear." She smiled. Faith looked at Bosco. "I've been looking for you."
"I've heard." Bosco swallowed. "Though no one's said why. It's..."
"I got your letter."
Bosco looked at her. "When?"
"A couple days ago. I just opened it today, though." She sipped her wine.
"Why today?"
Sully coughed. "Wow. Look at the time. I should get going."
Bosco looked at him. "Nice to see you again, Sul. Hope to meet up with you soon."
"Yeah. You too, Bosco." He shook the younger man's hand. He gave Faith a hug. "Keep in touch, Faith."
"You too, Sully." She watched him leave and moved to his chair, across from Bosco. "I didn't know what it was regarding. I was a little afraid to open it, Bosco."
"Are you..."
"Nothing about this case has sat right with me from the beginning and then your letter just proved my instincts about this case." She leaned back. "Why would anyone want him dead?"
Bosco looked behind Faith. "What do you say we go back to my place?"
Faith coughed. "Pardon me, Bosco?"
His eyes never left whatever was behind her. "I just asked you if you wanted to come back to my place." He sipped his beer.
Faith knew something had Bosco's attention. She had worked with him too long to not interpret that stare. She finished her wine. "Sure. Why not?"
Bosco helped her with her coat on. "Ready?"
"Yeah." She pulled her hair out from underneath the collar. Outside, she watched as Bosco took a gun from his coat. "You carry a gun with you?"
Bosco looked intently at her. "Yeah." He put it back in the inside pocket of his coat. "Now, what is it you want to know about Big Mac?"
Faith sighed. She noticed Bosco was a little edgier than normal. "You know more about this case than you're leading on, don't you?"
Bosco shrugged. "Come on, Faith. You know me."
"Yeah and that's why I think you know more of what's going on than you've been up front about." Faith stopped.
Bosco faced her. "And if I do, you're going to think that I'm responsible."
Faith smiled. "You may be capable of a lot of stuff, Bosco. Armed robbery. Screwing the Captain's daughter. Making too many false arrests, but murder? I don't think that one minute you'd kill someone because you wanted to. You'd kill to protect Emily, me, the innocent grandmother on the street, or a fellow officer."
Bosco smiled. "I'm surprised you remem..." he looked behind her. "Let's go, Faith. I'm a little cold."
"Okay." She wasn't sure of what to make of Bosco at this point. He was acting strange, even for him. She didn't have too long to think about it as Bosco grabbed her hand and took off at full speed. "Bosco!"
"Keep up, Faith!" Bosco never let go of her hand. He slipped into an abandoned building and put his hand over Faith's mouth to keep her quiet. He watched as the shadows passed.
"We know you're here, Boscorelli. We know you've got a pretty lady friend and if you don't want anything to happen to her, we suggest you give us what we want." A deep voice echoed through the emptiness. "We'll find you, Boscorelli, and when we do, you'll wish you hadn't stepped in."