he drove home to the apartment, his mind was barely on the traffic he
was stuck in. Just as he punched his horn in frustration, the car in
front of him moved a few feet forward. Following close behind, he
sighed loudly as the car stopped again. He picked up his cell phone,
dialled his mother's phone number and waited.
"Hello?" She answered on the other line.
"Hey ma," he rested his head back against the headrest.
"Are you home yet?"
"Nah, I'm stuck in traffic here. Has anything happened, is everything okay?"
"Maurice, honey, you've only been gone for half an hour now, and nothing has changed."
"I know, I know, I'm just..."
"Worried, honey I know you're worried. Look, trust me to call you the second anything happens okay?" Plus you'll be back soon, it's gonna be okay all right?"
Bosco paused, "Yeah, yeah, I know."
"Listen, why don't you call Faith, she said she was going by the station before she went home, maybe they know something more about the guy that did this huh?"
"Yeah, okay ma, thanks."
"I love you honey."
"I love you too Ma," Bosco pressed the end button and began to dial Faith's number.
"Bosco, hey, you get a chance to get cleaned up yet?"
"Nah, I'm stuck in traffic but I'm almost at the off ramp now. My mother said you went by the house, have you heard anything?"
"Yeah, I'm here now. I was talking to Lieu and he said that the car and the van were both rented from a place on 4th, but they traced the credit card and there's no one at the address and the cards have been cancelled."
"What about the name?"
"Doesn't exist in the records, it's a fake, connected to someone else's account, some 82 year old man."
"So there's nothing?"
"Sorry Bosco, it looks like."
"Shit," he wiped his face with his free hand, "okay, traffic's moving. Call me if you hear anything all right?"
"Sure," he hung up the phone and headed for home.