Jerry looked at him and relaxed a bit as he was informed he would not be getting a broken face. "Thank you Senor Chris." He said. Nervous still because he could tell that Chris was quite upset. Shaking his head a bit. "No Senor. Can not blame the Senorita but everyone hates her. Chief suspects she got connections she is not sharing with us. Not that I blame her. I wouldn't help us with how she is treated." He said softly. Blinking as the man said he was going to help him. Gulping a bit and merely nodded his head. No use arguing with the Senor as it was pointless and hazardous to his health. "Si Senor." He said. Taking the pad and began to do so. Not wasting any time on arguing. He began to write down full names and badge numbers.<br/><br/>Meanwhile....<br/><br/>The camera facing the worst of the worst places to live kept looping. It faced in the direction of Meya's house. It showed the tear stained face of his partner running to a run down house that was beyond having seen better days. The door was half off the hinges and had a hole that she crawled through but it barely kept out wild animals. It showed the house was falling apart. The house revealed just where Meya lived and how bad off she was. After all she was only paid bare minimum due to being court ordered to work for them. They weren't legally required to pay her even minimum wage. They had to pay her but far less than even someone working at a fast food joint. The camera kept looping back and crackling out. Showing the same scene over and over again. There was crimes going on in the background but it was expected with the type of area it was.