<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 put his hand on her arm and squeezed tenderly.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"It wasn't meant like that, Lea. I wasn't holding back on you. I just didn't tell you all, it's not some of my favourite memories. There's a little liquor shop in my street, I buy there something from time to time. The owner of the shop told me about his daughter and that she had got problems with the law and was now working as a decoy to catch some killer. It was Diana, I knew of her having troubles and I had arrested her twice myself before, I knew she was his daughter, but I didn't know that it was her they used as decoy. I volunteered to drive patrols near her motel to keep her safe, ok? I felt obliged to her father to do that. I could have saved her if those idiots would have called after the half hour and told me to check on her, as they have lost her, but to keep quiet about it, if there was nothing. It would have been early enough and she would still be alive now. But those idiots worried more about their asses then about Diana's. After I found her dead and saw all that blood, I got into some funk..."</span><br/><br/>The fist in his lap clenched by its own, when he continued with some hard look in his eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"They had to report next day with the internals. They stripped them of one bar, but Diana still was dead. I waited outside the building on them, wanted to know why they couldn't have asked me to check on her and to keep quiet of their fault. They came out and I walked towards them, when one of them opened his mouth and said something about how unfair it was to be degraded for some dead whore. I saw red and I swung...I broke his jawbone and knocked him out. Another officer had seen it all and he told the internals that I had known that girl and volunteered and that I could have checked on her....and probably lost it when those guys spoke of her as some whore. They let me go, just some reprimand... but I wished I would have beaten that guy harder, made him quit the force..."</span></div>