<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos had gone a high risk by buying that bottle. He had hoped that bringing her dead husband into the game may stop Lea from drinking. When she left the bottle in the car, he was relieved that it seemed to work. But when she didn't ask for his help he was confused. Did she hate him so much? Did she really piss on his help? Of course he had no intention of leaving her to her problems and to the killer, he would be in the club anyway this evening. He had to bring the patrol car back to the station and to change his clothes. Pick up his own car and file a report. There was a lot to do and he knew that he couldn't babysit Lea around the hour. <br/><br/>But after she entered her house he remained there sitting for a while, hoping that she may return. But the minutes passed by and Lea didn't come down to ask for his help. It was a defeat and it hurt. More than he liked to admit to himself. Finally Carlos started the car and drove down to the station. Maria looked at him in a mixture of pity and anger. Carlos knew Maria and he knew that she had always hoped he would ask her out one day. She had given him all the time he needed to get over Lea and now she probably wondered, if she should have pursuit him harder. He had no idea if he would have fallen for her then. She was a nice girl, but...<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"I hope she kneed you in the balls and send you to hell!"</span><br/><br/>Carlos was surprised that she was so aggressive. Or maybe she was just worried for him...<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Kind of, Maria. I'm sorry, Maria, I had believed I was over her, but I am not. It would have never worked out with us, sorry."</span><br/><br/>The look she gave him was one short of tears and he hurried to get to the changing room. He left the station one hour later and drove aimlessly through the town until he appeared in front of the club Lea worked in. There was no dark van near and far and finally Carlos drove to his home. The light of his answer machine was blinking, but he didn't feel like listening to anybody's voice now. He went to the bathroom and took a long shower to forget about Lea walking away from him. But he couldn't, he missed her and the look she had given him outside of the patrol car was burned on his retina. She hated him, she would always hate him. But he would make sure that she wasn't killed by that killer anyway. Even if it was for naught.<br/><br/>Finally he returned to his living room and sat down on his couch in some sour mood. The red light was still blinking and he pressed the button. When Lea's voice filled the room, he sat up in surprise. When her voice died down, he jumped up and grabbed his car keys. Even without a flashing light on his car he made it to her apartment in record time.</div>