<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 stopped the patrol car in a no-parking zone. That was one of the advantages you have being a police officer. Another one was that you get some sex for free. Carlos knew that he would never become a detective. The force didn't like guys with mexican background. Regardless how good they did their job. And he had been good, but once he got overlooked in promotion he had started to open his hand. Some people were always willing to pay for favours. With money or with naturals. And when the pleasure district is in your precinct, the naturals were young and tasty. He liked them young and tasty...and submissive. Some of the girls feared him, but that didn't matter to him. Fear attracted him...<br/><br/>But today he was not in for pleasure. They had found another body yesterday. Skinned like the others, her face cut to the bones. He had known her, had slept with her only a week ago. Her name had been Candy, well, that wasn't her real name of course, she worked the clubs as Candy. An ex-stripper and now an ex-prostitute too. Someone had not liked to pay her. Someone who was very greedy. He had not liked to pay another eight girls. All prostitutes or strippers working as part-time prostitutes. The murders had sowed fear under the girls and the politicians were nervous now. Elections were coming up next year. The major wanted results and the police commissioner had increased the pressure. They had to check the clubs. Had to ask questions. Carlos had three clubs on his list. Two he had visited already. Of course with no results. This one was the last. He had never been there before.<br/><br/>Carlos left his cap in the car and walked down the stairs. The bouncer opened the door for him, after he showed his credentials. He was on the job and even the bouncers were nervous now. Everyone could be the killer, even a police officer. Carlos entered the smoke filled room. Pretty crowded, the usual losers, and waitresses displaying more cleavage than brain. Fake tits, fake smiles, nothing unusual here. He walked to the bar and ordered a drink. His eyes scanned the room and remained on the girl at the pole. She was good, but that wasn't it. Something about those movements sparked a memory...a memory of a night out with the force and a female officer jumping on the stage and doing some movements at the pole. What had been her name? Something sounding like a male name. Thomas? Peters? He tried to dig deeper into his memory.</div>