Boston Blood

Frank pulls himself together trying not to look out of the game. Eddie smith walks over to him with a scowl on his face. Frank braces himself for whatever is coming.

‘I can’t believe this shit Frank. How in the hell did Co

‘I don’t know sir. I’m sure this can be resolved. Is there any word on whether he has hostages?’

‘I’m pretty sure he has, I mean you don’t declare war on somebody without having an advantage, a bargaining chip that will make us play nice. The sort of upper hand that will stop us going in there and massacring his army.’

‘All bets are off then’ says Frank. Eddie looks at him as if to say yes, and he’s sorry for the inconvenience.

Thirteen

It’s been 50 minutes since Co

He had time to get a quick bite to eat before Co

Nine minutes to go he thought.

There is not a whole lot a man thinks about when faced with these sorts of situations. Frank was thinking about how to escape the odds at hand, not how to overcome them. He was worried for his job security and couldn’t run the risk of getting found out. He didn’t want to be known as the guy that once had it all, a wife, a few kids and a promising career as a detective. He had already lost both his wife and children. She left him because he hadn’t left his work at work; he liked to bring it home with him, including all the pill popping that came with it. He needed this job. He needed to get Co

He looked down at his watch again. Eight minutes to go.

Time was moving slow. He sipped on his coffee and looked around the canteen, his eyes getting lost in the emptiness of the room. He was the only one there. He thought that maybe people didn’t have the stomach to eat or drink anything, but he wasn’t any one. He knew that he had to keep focused on the case and to do that he needed to do to look after himself. That’s when the guilt set in. Frank knew he shouldn’t have taken that hit of heroin less than an hour ago. He regretted it, the feeling of not being in control was weighing heavy on him.

He thought that maybe that’s what made him who he was. His demons ever present nipping at his subconscious at every chance they had. He thought maybe that’s what fuelled Frank McKenzie to spur on to victory. He realised that it would consume him and destroy him, but he needed that edge that normal detective’s didn’t have. Where there’s smoke there’s fire and he needed as much heat as possible going into this thing. Then it hit him.

Fourteen

Frank made his way to the incident room where he pla

Co

‘I am here again with the pressing issue of why I’m doing this. As I can imagine that’s what’s on the end of everybody’s lips. As you can probably tell I’m not shy on showing my face. Be that as it may, my fellow helpers in this revolution are. They can wear their masks because I’m the one that everybody is interested in. Don’t get me wrong here, without my men I could not do this. It took 5 years of pla

The TV screen goes blank for a few seconds then it cuts back to the news station’s anchor man. Frank looks on at the TV screen in shock. He now knows that Co

‘This is bad.’ He says to himself.

Fifteen

Frank is sat down in the temporary office of the DA at the central crime unit’s incident room. They call it an incident room, but it’s more like an incident castle. The building is basically an old fort like structure that has more history then the Germans.

Looking across from Frank was DA Eddie Smith. Eddie has a scornful smile on his face, accompanied by a light chuckle.

‘This ass hole is going to fuck with my patience. He surely can’t think that Washington is going to allow for this so called 28 amendment?’ asks Eddie.

Frank nods in agreement and doesn’t answer the DA. He knows a rhetorical question when he hears one. Frank knows that the DA just wants to blow off steam, so he lets him babble on some more. Frank’s not paying attention to what Eddie is saying anyway. He has too much on his mind, preferably how he is going to deal with Chase. Suddenly Frank’s trail of thought is thrown out of transit.

‘Hey Frank? Are you listening to me?’ Eddie asks.

‘Yeah boss. I’m just thinking that maybe we need to deal with this in another ma

‘What do you suggest?’

‘Well sir, we are the ones giving Chase all of this exposure. I know we, the authorities aren’t, but the news cha