<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;">He looked in the rear view mirror. He had not seen a van in front of the club, but he hadn't looked out either. He changed the lane and drove right at the next corner. The van followed and he followed him too, when he drove left two crossings later. Was it the guy from the club? He could stop the van and ask for the papers. But he had noone covering for him. And it would tell the guy that he was after him. No, better to lose him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Could be. Let's get him on the wrong track and check his plate. Do you remember how that little drug dealer fooled us once by entering a house and leaving it in the rear again? And we watched the house for three hours? Well, let's try the same with that guy."</span><br/><br/>He stopped the car in front of an apartment complex and he got out. When he opened the rear door and helped Lea out, she tried to have a peek at the van. It had stopped and pulled to the curb. But too far away.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Don't look, silly. Come on, let's go to your room. Can you open your purse and search your key...and I know it doesn't fit. Just act like you are unlocking the door."</span><br/><br/>He had walked her to the door and while Lea seemed to unlock the door, he leaned his back against the bells. A cacophonie of voices was the answer, but as usual one just buzzed the door. They slipped in and Carlos peeked through a window. Noboy left the van. <br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"Ok, we wait two minutes. Then you try the backdoor. I go out front, turn my car around and speed away. I zig-zag back to the backdoor as quick as possible. Don't wait in the open. And Lea, don't fuck up...please."</span><br/><br/>There was something in his voice that had not been there all the time before. But it was gone as quick as it appeared. They tried the backdoor and after Lea slipped out into a dirty courtyard, he walked out the frontdoor and got in his car. The van was still there. Carlos turned his car around and drove by the van in quick speed. There was someone inside, but he had turned his face away. But Carlos got the plate. <br/><br/>He called it in, when he drove back to Lea after he had put enough distance between him and the van. When he stopped at the curb and opened the front door for Lea, the answer came through. The plate belonged to a Ford Mustang, obviously it had been stolen. He called for a patrol car to check the driver, but he wasn't surprised at all when he got the info ten minutes later, that the van was gone. At least he wasn't any longer behind them.</div>