"Confusion: Turn Around"
A Bosco and Cat tale
By: Mary Moule
With a taste of
your lips, I’m on a ride. You’re toxic; I’m slipping under. Taste of a poison
paradise, I’m addicted to you don’t you know that you’re toxic? "You need your own car, Cat." Breangwen
told her as they were driving downtown. "Yes. I know this, I lack the
funds though." Cat climbed out of the car when it stopped and they headed
inside a parking garage. "Well, I don’t." Brean headed over to her
friend Emmit. "Emmit! Hey. We’re here. Emmit, this is my cousin Cat, Cat
this is Emmit. He’s a Muscle Car dealer." "Pleased to meet you,
Emmit." "Same here." Cat and Emmit shook each other’s hands.
"Brean said on the phone you’re interested in a 1962 Mustang in mint
condition?" "Yeah, but it’s near impossible to FIND one like
that." "Correction. It is possible. Follow me ladies." Emmit led
them towards the stairs and went up a flight. Cat’s jaw dropped. "Pick
your baby." He had two of every color.
Cat wandered over to
one that was in the corner, it was black with a yellow stripe down the middle.
"This one." Emmit and Breangwen walked over. Cat beamed and looked
happily at the car. "How much?" "Usually that model runs well
into the double-digit thousand zone but because Breangwen is a friend of mine.
Eight thousand?" "Emmit, do you take checks?" Emmit chuckled.
"Let’s go fill out the paper work. Stay here Cat." "Okay!"
Cat giggled and stared inside the window of her car. Breangwen walked back and
handed the registration over to Cat. "You can drive it home to my place. I
need to call my insurance company to get it put on my plan. Then, it’s all
yours." Breangwen dropped the keys into Cat’s hands and she hugged her
cousin then Emmit. "Thank you! So much!" "Oh and there is a
paper in the file that I gave a name of a mechanic who I do business with that
will look at your car for nothing at all. Just call me before you have it
checked so I can tell him you’re coming." Cat bounced around a smidge and
climbed into the driver’s side of the car. Adjusting everything before driving
Brean down to her car and following her home.
While at Brean’s,
Cat read through a car magazine to get some stuff for it. Nothing to out of
this world, just air fresheners and stuff. Breangwen was waiting on the guy from
Progressive to drop the new cards off. "Thanks a lot, Mitch." Brean
shut the door behind her and handed Cat the card. "Go ahead punk. Just
don’t break any traffic rules." Cat squealed and hugged her cousin and
left to drive around town for a bit. She was driving past the 5-5 and stopped
at a red light, Bosco and Faith’s RMP went flying by as they were chasing
someone. Cat giggled as she drove slowly away towards her mom’s CoffeeShop and
stayed there until close. While closing up, she heard tapping at the front
door’s window. "Who in the hell?" She looked at her watch and turned
off the lights in the office as she grabbed the money and headed for the door.
Fixing her jacket as she walked and paused, "Oh." It was Bosco and
Yokas, what did they want? She didn’t do anything wrong!…yet. She unlocked the
door from the inside and opened it, "Officers. May I help you?" Faith
looked at Bosco; "We got a call from your
Cat wandered over
towards her car. "Bosco. Bos.." Faith called out as he followed Cat.
"Where’d you get the wheels?" "Hmm? Ah, friend of my
cousin’s." She glanced up at him and felt a small chill run down her spine
as Faith pulled him back to the RMP. They followed Cat to Jane’s office as she
returned the bracelet and signed a paper, now she was just back on parole. She
wandered back out to her car and jumped a bit when she saw Bosco leaning
against it. "Um, won’t your partner wonder where you are, Officer?"
"Uh, no. She’s doing paperwork at the moment." "Hmm. Well, this
isn’t a social calling is it? Because I need to drop this money off at the bank
and go home." "Bosco, come on. We just got a call, there were shots
fired." Cat smiled as they left and she went home after dropping the money
off at the bank. She went to her mom’s apartment instead of Breangwen’s, she
picked up the phone as it rang. "Hey Brean!" "Hey Cat. Staying
at your ma’s tonight?" "Yeah. She’s coming home tomorrow so I’m
cleaning up before she walks in. What’s up?" "Well…I hate to pester
you but there’s someone here who wants to see you." "Uh-oh. Who is
it?" "Maybe I should let him take the phone. "Oh, Brean if it’s
who I..." Breangwen handed the phone over to Bosco. "Hey
Killer." Cat facepalmed, she knew that voice. "Hi Bosco. What is it
you want?" She rubbed her forehead some as she moved to clean up the
kitchen. "You." "I—Hubba wha? Beg Pardon?" Did he like,
have a thing for blondes, tough ones anyway. "Your cousin here is going to
give me directions to your mom’s place and I’m going to come and see you."
"Um, all right." "I’ll be there in about 45 minutes."
"Okay then. Bye." Cat hung up and blinked, this was the strangest
thing in the world! It was a very odd turn around she admitted and went to
clean up the rest of the apartment and put all the dirty laundry in a basket so
she could do it tomorrow.
About 45 minutes to
an hour later, she heard the door being buzzed and moved from the couch to
answer it. "Hello?" "Cat, let me up." "All right all
right, don’t get your gear belt in a twist." She pressed the button to
unlock the front door, "Come on up." She moved away from the door and
went to make herself some hot tea. As she was selecting the kind of tea she
wanted, there was a knock at the door. "It’s open!" She called from
the kitchen as she reached for the rose mug she had received from her
grandmother. Cutting up a lemon and putting it away, Bosco walked in and moved
towards the kitchen. She looked up at him and bit her lip as she poured the tea
water, accidentally burned herself. "Erk. Shit."
The water was
steaming hot and she ran her hand under cold water. "You okay?"
"Uh, yes. Just a little burn. Nothing to worry about." She gave a
small smile, stirring her tea and dumping the bag. "At least it’s not the
first one I’ve had to deal with. Better than fire burns which can be more
deadly." "This is true." She moved towards the couch, he
followed. She shifted some on the couch and shut her eyes a bit and wrapped a
blanket around her. "I’m trying to figure this out a bit. Um, first you
hate me because I am a punk. I know I am everyone knows it. I’m also a
smart-ass when I have to be." She rubbed her chin, "Because for you
to be a cop and be after a parolee…this won’t look good if someone finds
out." He shrugged, "If you’re worried about that I mean I can just go
and we can forgot about it." "Uh, no. That would be rude if I looked
like I was throwing you out for a reason and I live in a building where the
majority of residents…are old people. They talk Bosco and when they figure it
out they’re going to go to my mother and then she’ll come to me with all sorts
of questions. Which I’ll have to answer, eventually." Always eventually
with her, that’s because her mother knew that if she was cornered about it.
"So you’re
worried about everyone else except for you?" He raised a brow at her; he
was talking in that low-tone he usually did. "Um, yes I am. Specifically I
should worry about myself first but worrying about others before ones self
usually is a form of…caring. Or so I was advised while back in high school, god
knows the lessons I missed because I was screwing up." He scratched the
underside of his chin and looked at her for a minute or two. "Okay, this
definitely is one of those awkward moments that no body likes. Stop me if I am
rambling." He chuckled. "No, it’s all right. There are always awkward
moments in some situations." "This is very true, I must admit it
is." She laughed lightly. "I should get going, I have work
tomorrow." "You have work everyday, Bosco. You’re a cop, only time
you don’t work is your days off." She got up from the couch and followed
him to the door. "My mom’s coming home tomorrow so I’ll be a little bit
busy." "All right. I’ll call you then." "Then you’ll need
my number, won’t you?" She grabbed a pen from the table and wrote it on
his hand. "Bye Bosco." "Later." She waved goodbye to him
and shut the door, locking it and went back to cleaning up.