<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 realised that she had gotten him wrong when he saw the puzzled look on her face about his partners wanting more.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Not my patrol partner, Lea, although I had never someone like you again. My business partners. They want more than some hints or little favours. They want me to take out their opponents, to bend the law for them. I can't do that, it would feel wrong. I am not so rotten to go down that road."</span><br/><br/>When she started to talk of the killer, his face got serious and he looked at her curiously.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I'd like to catch that guy, you can believe me that. But catching him would mean putting you in danger. I haven't made my mind up on that. The police officer in me says that I have to take every chance to bring a killer down, before he kills someone else. The mexican guy in me says that losing you wouldn't be an option to live with. So in the moment I prefer not to think of him and not to think of tomorrow night, when you have to get back to work. Maybe I take a few days off and be your bodyguard instead."</span><br/><br/>He noticed that she had not eaten even a quarter from the amounts she had eaten in her years as his partner. His eyes scanned her thoroughly. She wasn't only skin and bones, she wasn't fat either. Her muscles were far from what they had been, but that was probably all because of the booze and the drugs.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You know that I hoped you will eat more. I am already worried enough about you, I don't need to worry about you not eating too."</span></div>