<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 knew that Lea felt bad for him, that she wished she still could have kept him clean of problems, like she had done in the past. But things had changed, he had changed, she had changed and the precinct had changed too.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I'm sorry that you haven't been there too, Lea. But it doubt it would have changed a lot. The precinct isn't anymore like you rememembered it. All those promotions and me being overlooked, it changed me, the force and the general mood there. If you would still be my partner, you would have probably gotten yourself into a lot of problems too, by trying to fight for my promotions. And you know, there have been promoted some people who didn't deserve it, whom I had always regarded as inferior to us. They let me feel now that they are detectives and I am not. I had always been a good crime scene specialist, but some of those guys use me now to stand out there in the cold and to keep the neighbours and press behind the barricades. It is no fun anymore, Lea. You would be as angry as I am."</span><br/><br/>Sometimes Carlos was wondering what was happening behind closed doors there. Too much was covered and their success rates had dropped way down from some years ago. Was it a question of corruption? Well, probably yes, as he was corrupt too now. But it was bad leadership too. And some lack of enthusiasm and professionalism. Still it was hard for him to go to crime scenes and find another skinned girl, knowing that they could have caught him if those two idiots had acted like real officers and not like assholes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"We have to find that killer, before he kills the next girl. I am getting so worked up to see the next face on the wall in the precinct, knowing that we could have caught him with Diana's help. I always remember her face, her smile and her helpless shrugging of her shoulders when I questioned her, why I had to bring her in again. I wake up at night with nightmares, feeling the terror she must have gone through when that guy had started to work on her and she had expected us to crash through that door every second. I can't imagine how betrayed she must...."</span><br/><br/>Carlos couldn't continue when tears shot in his eyes and sobs shook his body.</div>