<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 not told Lea that he had known Diana pretty well, that she had been the daughter of a shop-owner in his street. That he had volunteered every night to patrol near the motel to be the first one to arrive there, if the call would come. That he could have saved her easily and brought the killer down, if those guys just would have the cochones to admit their faults from the beginning. If they would have called him to check on her, after that half hour, she would have been still alive. But they had decided to sit it out and she had to pay with her life. He had waited on the two guys outside of the precinct, after they had been grilled by the internals. They had left the building and one had complained to the other had they got degraded for some fucked-off whore and that was the moment when Carlos had lost it. The haymaker had knocked the guy out and broken his jawbone, but Carlos had not regretted it ever. Even though it had earned him a date with the internals too. But they had let him go, as some other officer had backed up Carlos story. <br/><br/>He finished her cake silently and carried the plates to Dino, telling him that his mom must be crazy to believe that Lea could manage such a slice. They talked for a while until he returned to Lea at the desk and offered her his hand to help her up. He could feel that her body was craving for drugs.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ok, let's visit the hardware store. There's a lot we have to buy and we should stop at the some place too, where we could some things for your kitchen. There's not a lot in one piece there..."</span></div>