<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 didn't look at her when she got in his car. He just turned the heat a little more on and started to drive aimlessly through the streets. He understood that she needed time and to be left alone. He was willing to give it to her, but the knew that they had to avoid the cops. After driving for ten minutes he stopped at a food stand. When they had been on patrol together it had been their favourite, they had stopped there every night for Pedro's best mexican food in town. After he had wipped Lea out of his life, he had never visited Pedro's again, but it had been the one he had missed most. <br/><br/>Carlos got out and walked over to the big mexican guy in his trailer. The guy flashed him a smile and extended his hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Ah, Senor Carlos, it is good to see you again. I had already believed they had gunned you down after you never returned. Will it be the usual for you and Senorita Lea?"</span><br/><br/>Carlos was momentarily stunned, but then he nodded, made it a double size and added everything to the order Lea had liked there. Pedro started to work on enchilladas, tacos and everything else Carlos had ordered and looked at him from time to time.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"What happened to your lip, muchacho? You tried to kiss a horse from behind?"</span><br/><br/>Carlos laughed and he shook his head, while he dug for money in his pocket.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"It wasn't a horse, Pedro. More like a stubborn mule, but she didn't like my charms, that was for sure."</span><br/><br/>He took the big paper bag Pedro handed him over the counter and gave a big tip in return.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"See, you soon again, Pedro. I guess I will be around here more often now."</span><br/><br/>When he climbed in the car, he could hear the voice of Pedro booming behind him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Sure you do, muchacho. You and Senorita Lea are always welcome here."</span><br/><br/>Carlos handed the paper bag to Lea, ignoring the delicious smells coming out of it, while he drove down the street, looking for a motel to stay for the rest of the night. They couldn't go back to Lea's place now and his place was taboo too. Starsky and Hutch were known for being very persistent if they could pin a beaner to assault. And that it was him just would make them more vicious.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I haven't been here since that night on the parking lot. But I have missed that food every second. Ok, let's go into deep cover for the night, until my fellow officers are off duty."</span><br/><br/>Carlos drove into a motel and kept the car running, while he picked up the key for a room at the front desk. He parked the car behind the house, where it couldn't be seen from the streets and then he unlocked the door for Lea, allowing her into the simple room and closing the door behind them.</div>