<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 closed his eyes and thought about Lea's words. Could it be someone inside the Force again? Someone who knew that Carlos and Lea were a lose cannon? Carlos knew a lot of people inside the Police who were scrupulous enough to kill someone and make all leads lead to a certain person. But that was exactly the problem. They would kill Renea, make it look like another victim of the prostitute killer and Carlos and Lea like some idiots. But they would never inform Carlos that there was another party.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I don't know, Lea. We both know that the precinct is corrupted and that there are some vile persons working there. If Renea would have turned up dead, another victim of the prostitute killer I would immediately agree with you. It could only be the precinct. But like it is now? Why do you want to kill Renea as another victim and send a video to someone where you make clear that it wasn't the prostitute killer who killed her? That makes no sense, it would be contraproductive and it sounds null like someone inside the force. Someone else has an interest in stopping us...but I have not the slightest clue who that might be."</span><br/><br/>The voice of Taweon returned in the mobile. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF40">"Ok, the glove box was nearly empty, only bills from car repair and some old maps. On the rear seat I found another envelope. No address or mark on it. It is sealed and there are two rectangular, hard boxes inside. Size approximately 4x3x1 inch. Shall I open it?"</span><br/><br/>Carlos pondered about if for a while and then he shook his head.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"No, not yet. Maybe after we have finished the rest of the car. What else did you find? A smartphone? That's good, phones are like diamond mines...ok, we take that with us, same with the envelopes and the paper pieces. Let's have a look in the trunk. How does it feel to play a cop?"</span><br/><br/>They could hear a warm laugh from the gang guy. Carlos was already suprised to find someone in Alfonzo's gang who was able to speak logically, but this guy seemed to be unique.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Hey man, it's great. If I wouldn't have to keep the books for my old man in the car shop, I would have probably gone to the Police. I like that job, but I don't like what they made out of it. Today it is only nigger bashing and making life for the small ones impossible. Nobody is after the big ones. Wow...what's that? Folks, there is a professional video camera in the trunk and a tripod. Nothing of the cheap sort you get in supermarkets. That thing is state of the art... Wait a moment, there is a cassette in the cam, I'll check what he filmed last...be right back, guys."</span><br/><br/>Carlos looked dumbfounded at Lea. A video camera? Professional equipment? What was that for? Did Ralph work as a film guy somewhere? They had no idea what Ralph did for life... but whatever thoughts Carlos might have had, they stopped when they heard a shocked cry over the mobile and then retching sounds of someone throwing up for nearly a minute.</div>