<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 shook his head while he dressed. He knew that Lea would probably offer herself for Maria. But he had no intention to let either Maria or Lea deal with that guy. That guy was his, his alone. And he would bring him down. If only he could remember where he had met him. Something the guy had said was working in his mind, but he couldn't grab it. It had been something about them meeting...<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"First thing is to find out who last went into the records. There isn't much of a chance he got through unnoticed unless he fiddled with the security systems, and even if he did that--at least it's a start. We know where he was, now we just have to find the trail. After that, we catch up with him..."</span><br/><br/>Carlos turned around to Lea and again something bugged him. Why was he so slow today?<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Come on, Carlos, we don't have much time to work with here."</span><br/><br/>Carlos let Lea pull him for a few feet before the jigsaw piece fell into place. He grabbed Lea's arm and jerked her around.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"No. He was never in the records. Thank you, Ralph. You gave me the hint I needed..."</span> <br/><br/>Carlos rushed to the laptop on the living room table. He opened it and switched it on, but it prompted for a password.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Switch it on, Lea. I need Google maps and I need the newspaper archive...oh, damn. You know what bugged me all the time? He said we two and Maria had met him together. But I knew that I have met him outdoors and we never did anything together, we and Maria in our leisure time. So where did we meet him?"</span><br/><br/>He still shook his hands while he pulled Lea on the couch and watched her entering her login. When she had opened the newspaper archive he took the laptop from her and typed a search into it. He scanned the results until he found what he was looking for. He pushed the laptop to Lea with a newspaper article on the screen. There was a photo too...<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You said he had to be in records to know those facts about us. But he said Maria lied for me to cover me. Yes, she did, like you did too, but that isn't in my file and it isn't in hers. It was never approved and the only guys who ever tried to pin it on us were the internals. That motherfucker has access to a very special laptop, Lea. The laptop of the chief of internal investigations. The laptop of his damn father. Here we have met that guy, Lea! On that cold spring day, on the fucking cemetery. And we shook his damn hand. Ralph Kalinowski. The son of Thomas Kalinowski, our chief bloodhound. Oh damn, Maria is on the cemetery. And it is an open place, no chance that we can enter it with back-up. Now let's plan, how we take that guy down..."</span><br/><br/>Carlos watched how Lea looked unbelievingly on the photo taken at the burial of Karla Kalinowski, police officer and wife of Thomas and mother of Ralph. It had been some bloody tragedy, someone had killed her with a knife in a back alley and the murder had never been solved. The entire precinct had been on the burial and the photo showed them all standing there in their uniforms while the father and son stood in the first row with stony faces. At least Thomas did... Carlos wasn't sure what the expression on Ralph's face was telling.</div>