<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;">She asked for it, she really asked for it. She had not understood that talking trash to him wasn't a good advise. But she would remember it, after he was finished with her. She would pay dearly for that. Not now, later. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"I was too fucked up to remember who he is or what he looks like...he wanted to tie me up and bring in 'knife play' and wanted me to let him hit me and shit. Said he'd pay me about five thousand dollars. It was tempting, but something really was fucked up about that guy so I told him to fuck off and the bouncer threw him out for me..."</span><br/><br/>There it was, the one track they needed. They had a witness, ok, a fucked up witness, but the bouncer may remember that guy too. It was the best chance they had up to now. He was all business now, pulling out his notebook and asking for the name of the bouncer. But then his pen stopped, when he heard the name. <br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"Tom Landman? Did you say Tom Landman? 6'4", short-cropped blonde hair, a dragon tattoo on his back? Is that the guy? Is that the bouncer who threw the guy out? And let me guess, this guy he asked you five days ago, on Tuesday?"</span><br/><br/>He could see the fear return to her eyes. But maybe the fear was justified. Tom Landman was in the hospital and nobody knew if he would make it. A hit-and-run on Tuesday night, after he ended his shift, in front of his home. They had believed some drunk may have run him over, but now things looked a lot different. Stevens had asked the bouncer to throw the guy out and every bouncer had a good memory for faces. The guy knew that Stevens may have been too drugged to remember him properly, but the bouncer was another case. It looked like he had taken care of that problem. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Dress yourself, Stevens. I haul you in. Your bouncer, he is in hospital in critical condition. Someone ran him over with his car on Tuesday night. We believed it to be some hit-and-run. But now it looks like someone wanted to remove a witness who could identify him. You are the other one. He will not take risks with you once he learns that you have spoken to an officer and neither will I. I take you off the streets, Stevens."</span><br/><br/>He couldn't spare her the shame that everybody would recognize her at the police station. It was a pity, he had looked forward to some fun with her, but now he had to play it safe. She would spend the weekend in a cell until someone would handle her case on Monday. There was only one alternative, he stayed around her. But he wouldn#t do that.</div>