<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 to walk down his aisle nearly all the way to find the paint brushes. He selected some that seemed appropriate plus two rollers and walked out on the opposite side of the aisle to look for Lea. As he wasn't sure if she wasn't looking for him too he checked every aisle and that was the first time something struck him strange. There was a guy in one of the aisles, who wasn't looking for supplies, but who stood half covered behind a stack of boxes peeping through the stacks. Carlos continued to the next aisle, just to see Lea walking into the opposite direction, probably on the way to find him too. He turned on his heels, heading back into the next row, hoping that she would look into it. He arrived just in time to watch the drama unfold in all its glory. The guy he had seen earlier, was now waiting at the end of the row for something to happen and he stepped out the moment Lea hurried by. They collided, Lea's supplies clattering to the floor. <br/><br/>Carlos was angry and wanted to confront the guy, but something was holding him back. Somehow that guy seemed to struck some memory in him. He had seen him before, but where? He wasn't a cop, but it had been something related with the precinct. Carlos tried to rack his brains, but in the moment he came up empty. Walking slowly down the row, he hid behind the same stack of boxes the guy had used before to avoid being seen by Lea. Carlos pulled his mobile from his pocket and made a series of pictures of the guy and of his face. Again he had the feeling that the guy was familiar to him, but only vaguely. He shot three photos of his face in a quick sequence and happened to catch the angry look on it when Lea turned away. Something was off with this guy and he could see that Lea felt strange around him too. Finally Carlos escaped his hideout, pushing the mobile back in his pocket and walking towards the two. Lea had finished picking up the supplies and got back up and so did the guy and it was the first time Carlos realised what the guy had bought. Thin coveralls a painter would carry over his clothes and carpet cutters. A sudden euphoria came to Carlos and he stepped at Lea's side. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Oh, there you are, honey. I have been looking everywhere for you. I see you met an old friend of yours. Hi, I am Jerry." </span><br/><br/>Carlos offered his hand in greeting and he had hoped that his sudden attack may catch the guy unprepared. And it nearly worked...nearly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Ral....Ray. I am Ray, but no, I accidentally bumped into your lady. I am so sorry..."</span><br/><br/>Carlos had looked into the man's eyes. He had seen the short flicker of panic, when Jerry had appeared next to Lea and he had caught the obvious hesitation and quick correction of the name. Somehow it looked like Lea had accidentally crossed ways with the guy from the club and he had checked if she remembered him. But now someone else than Tommy knew how the killer might look like. And that was some development the guy had not expected, when he saw Lea all alone in the aisle.</div>