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- Chapter Three -
The next morning I woke up to the smell of coffee brewing and bacon cooking. I reached my arms over my head and heard the joints in my back pop. I got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen.
"Morning," I said as I sat at the counter.
"Good morning," Eunice replied with a smile. She was always way to chipper in the morning for me, even when we were younger. "How are you this morning?"
"I'm doing okay," I told her as she placed a plate full of food and a cup of coffee in front of me. I started to eat and my best friend followed my led and ate.
All of sudden I felt sick to my stomach. I jumped off my stool and ran to the bathroom. I kneeled in front of the toilet as everything that I had just eaten came back up. I felt Eunice rub my back and pull my hair away from my face.
Once I was done I sat back. "Sorry you had to see that," I told her, my voice shaky.
"Hun, don't you worry about it. I've seen quite a few more disgusting things," she told me giving me a gentle smile.
I gave her a small smile back and asked, "Can I call Uncle Doc? I forgot to call him last night so if you wouldn't mind."
"Not at all. I'll go get the phone and get something for you to drink. Take as much time to clean up as you need." Eunice stood and left the bathroom.
I stood and looked into the mirror. I looked awful. I didn't care though. I just hoped that Murphy didn't see me like this. But on the other hand I would rather have him see me like this than to not see him at all. My only hope now was that they were safe.
"Bone Deus, O. Scio quod antea non credebant in te: sed obsecro concede mihi servo tuo imperio defecerat illos fui. Tota anima pueri. Si te nulla misericordia eos ducere. Pedicabo ego te fac sicut hoc tempore novissimo." (Dear God, please help me. I know that in the past I haven't believed in you and that I've failed your command but please let me save them. The boys are my whole life. If you have any sort of compassion you'll lead me to them. You'll make sure that this time I won't fuck up like last time. LATIN)
I cleaned my mouth out with some water before splashing some clean, cold water on my face. I walked out of the bathroom and back to the kitchen. There was a piece of toast sitting on a plate next to the phone and a small white card.
I picked up the card and read it. 'Elliot, I got called into the office. Take as much time as you need on the phone. I'll see you later. Love, Eunice.'
I smile at the card and picked up the phone. I jumped up onto the counter as I waited for my uncle to answer the apartment phone. It rang, and rang, and rang. I got the answering machine, but I didn't leave a message. I called the bar phone next.
About a week ago, Uncle Doc had gone back to working the bar. I didn't like it but I had to let him make some choices of his own, but I always kept a sharp eye on him.
"Hello?" A familiar Irish accent asked.
"Connor?" I asked.
"Oh shit!"
There was more yelling and swearing.
"Connor! Murphy!" I screamed into the phone. "Hello?!"
"Hello, Elliot?" Uncle Doc asked over the yelling and swearing in the background.
"Uncle Doc, are Murphy and Connor there and you better not lie to me." There was some more yelling and swearing. "Uncle Doc," I growled at the phone.
"I got…got to go." The connection was cut.
"Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me," I yelled at the phone as I pulled it from my ear. I quickly combed my hair into a ponytail and grabbed one of Eunice's clean shirts. I thanked God that we were the same size.
I grabbed my coat and rushed out the door. I walked to the police station.
I waved to the few guys that I had recognized from the whole Russian thing eight years ago.
"She's in the back," one of the guys said.
I smiled gratefully at the man and said, "Thanks." I walked back to a room and saw Eunice standing in front of two boards with pictures plastered all over them.
"And that's all she wrote," she said as I walked into the room. She caught my eye as I sat next to Greenly and took the offered coffee. "Everything points in the same direction." She tapped a picture that had the name Yakavetta underneath it.
I looked at the chief of police as he took his cap of. An officer holding a dog came in. "Get out," the chief growled. "Look, I've been stone walling the media on this thing. I got half of New England thinking the Saints whacked a priest and the other half thinking their innocent. It's a powder keg. We're talking riot gear at Celtics games, here. I could clear them of this murder, take the piss right out of this thing. Gimme one good reason why I shouldn't go public right now."
I looked between the detectives. "Walk with me, Chief. Let's talk," Eunice said moving towards the door. I made to stand but she shook her head at me. I sat back down.
We waited until the door closed behind Eunice and the Chief before any of us moved. Duffy stood, Dolly put his head on the table and put his hands over it, Greenly put his hand to his mouth, and me well I just put my elbows on the table and buried my head in my arms.
"This is not good," Duffy said. He slammed his hands on the table. "She's gunning for the boys hard."
"This brawd, trying to put a feather in her cap is gonna get us locked up. I mean this couldn't be going any worse," Dolly said looking at us. I gave him a glare at the name he used but he only ignored me.
"Just calm down," Duffy said trying to get the rest of the detectives to think rationally.
Calm down? Calm down? You know they're gonna throw us in the Hoag. We put half those deranged sex freaks in there. I hope you guys like cock sandwiches. 'Cause we'll be eating them for breakfast, lunch and dinner!" Greenly spat.
"You guys don't know the half of it," I told them looking up to meet their eyes. "My husband is God knows where and I'm stuck here trying to figure out where the hell he is while his child grows within me."
"Holy fuck, you're pregnant?" Greenly asked looking at me.
"No shit Sherlock," I told him standing and looking at the board. "Why do you think I get so sick so easily. I handled taking out guys only eight fucking years ago.
The detectives followed me to where I was standing. "Well things change," Greenly said.
I turned and looked at him and rolled my eyes. "So does she know?"
"No. At least we don't think so and no one is gonna tell her," Greenly said looking at me.
Dolly interjected then, "You have said some dumb shit in your days but I didn't even… but that…"
"What? We're all assuming Smecker didn't tell her," Greenly replied.
"Oh yea by the way me and three Boston detectives are accessories to murder. Pass the malt vinegar," Dolly said.
"Smecker may have been a lot of things but he was a stand up guy and we took an oath. The four of us!" Duffy said shoving his finger into Greenly's chest.
Dolly followed Duffy's lead and stabbed his fingers into Greenly's chest as well. "Yea!"
"Okay, I was just thinkin'," Greenly said looking to me for help. I shook my head at him. There was no way I was getting thrown into this.
"Well don't do that you're no good at it," Dolly said.
That's when they acted like children and started to fight. "Fuck you!" "You're as dumb as…" "Fucking cock sucker."
"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed shutting both men up.
"Look, we need to figure what we're gonna do when the boys show and start doin' what they do best. 'Cause that's when the shit's really gonna hit the fan," Duffy said looking between the three of us.
"Don't I know it," I sighed rubbing my belly.
"Everyone's assuming that they're going to come back. I mean, we got no way of knowing that for sure," Dolly said.
I stared at him open mouthed. "Yeah. That could totally happen. They could not come back," Greenly said. I stared at him.
"What dream world did you two just slip into?! We know the boys. Is there any part of you that thinks they're just going to let this slide?" Duffy said as he pointed to the picture of the priest. "Believe this. They are either on their way...or they're already here."
"I think the latter might be more correct," I told them. All three men looked at me. "I called Uncle Doc's this morning to check up on him and seeing as I spent the night at Eunice's. The man who answered however was not Uncle Doc, but who I think is Connor. And I thought I heard Murphy in the background."
"Oh shit," Dolly said running a hand through his already messy hair.
"Plus you guys heard what happened between me and Murphy eight years ago after the whole court thing. We've been apart just as long now, plus we're married. I don't think that in any way shape or form will they not come back," I told them.
That's when Eunice and the chief walked back in.
"I'm gonna head out. I'll talk to ya' later," I told my friend as I passed by her. She looked from me to the three detectives then back to me.
"Alright, I'll see ya' later. McGinty's in half an hour?" she asked. I nodded and left the room. Or McGinty's now to find out the truth.
I walked along the streets of Boston taking my time getting back to my home. That's when I saw a newspaper stand. I walked up to it and asked, "Excuse me, could you me the date?"
"It's March 10th," the guy told me.
I let out a relieved sigh, "Thanks," I told him moving away from the stand. It was still five days until my five year anniversary with Murphy. I prayed to God that I found them by then.
All too soon I found myself at the bar. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
"Uncle Doc," I called walking into the empty bar. "Hello? Is anyone here?" I walked farther into the bar when I saw a flash of a black coat. "Hello?"
That's when I felt an arm grab around my waist and a hand clamp over my mouth. "Now this is what's gonna happen. I'm gonna lead ya' back behind the bar real nice and easy and you're gonna give me the cash that I want." I didn't recognize the voice, but I knew that the accent was Italian, so I just nodded.
"Alright move," the man said prodding a gun into the small of my back. I let him push me forward until I was standing in front of the cash register. "I know you killed my men before. Take this as a warning bitch," he said as he pulled my hair back and exposed my neck.
He licked a trail up my neck and stopped at my ear. "Give me all the money or you might never see your precise Irishmen again," he whispered in my ear.
I gasped. How did he know about Murphy? I knew that I couldn't let anything happen to him. I wasn't letting my child grow up without a father, so I opened the cash register. I pulled out the wad of bills in there and handed them to the man.
"I'll see ya' later beautiful," the man growled in my ear as he let go off me. I slumped to the ground sobbing as he left the bar. That's when someone else walked in.
"What the fuck?"
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