<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 saw that Lea got worked up about something he couldn't grasp. But he wouldn't ask her, it was probably something about Maria. But Carlos couldn't say anything more to this topic, than that he and Maria would never be an item. So he let it stick, but luckily Lea changed the topic soon. He should give her an update of the case.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"We found the first one in April. We are pretty sure that she was his first one in this town, as his script is unique. A prostitute working the clubs at nights, her name was Jewel. Well, her name under which she was known here. Her really name was Joanna Dunford. She must have met him at the club, because she left with a guy, but nobody could describe him. They went to a rundown motel where she usually went with her customers and there we found her. He had bound her and tortured her and then he had skinned her face, while she was still alive. It was some bloody mess, but it must have been some silent mess, as he had cut her tongue out before he started to torture her. We had thought of some weird psycho at that time and had looked into her acquaintances, but then we found the second one three weeks later. And it had been the same mess. Again a part-time prostitute, again he had left the club with her and noone could tell how he looked. Another motel and the same blood bath. OF course we were agitated after the second one, we worked the clubs, warned the prostitutes, but then we had a break of three months, till late in August, when we found the third one. And then we were sure, that he had a favourite type. We placed the first undercovers in the clubs."</span><br/><br/>Carlos couldn't understand that they never managed to catch him, especially not after the story with Diana. But someone had fucked up royally on that one.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Then someone had the gorgeous idea to place a decoy in the clubs he seemed to frequent. A junkie, we had on our payroll as a snitch, her name was Diana and she had worked as a prostitute before. She fit his type and they put two undercovers on her. They could have caught him...they should have, but...some guys are too dumb to even guard a decoy. They had cast a wide net. One guy was in the club, one was watching the front door and they had some patrol cars on call to enter her motel room, if there was an emergency. And then they fucked up royally. The guy in the club went to the washroom at the same time she met the killer. Of course he had not signaled her that he would leave for the washroom, so she believed that she was watched and followed. It should have been no problem if the guy out front in the car had not decided to take a nap. So she left the club with him and none of the two Sherlocks did see him. When the guy from the washroom returned he realised that she was missing. He called his partner and that one decided that sleeping on the watch was nothing he wanted on his record, so he said that she hadn't left the club. The guy in the club assumed she was in the washroom too and they waited for half an hour, before they talked again. They realised then that they had both worked sloopy and that it wasn't good for them, so they hoped she would return soon and all would be fine. After three hours they panicked and asked a police car to check on her motel room. That car was mine. I arrived there with a bad feeling...and found her...in her blood..."</span></div>