<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 had woken up when Lea showered. That she had left the bed without waking him up showed him how much she hated him indeed. She probably wished him to go to hell and to never return. But he wasn't willing to do her that favour. She would learn that she wouldn't get rid of him so easily. When she came out of the shower, he acted as if he was still sleeping. The moment the door clicked close he got up and dressed. There was no need to hurry, Lea was without a car, without money and without a jacket. She wouldn't get far and some minutes out in the cold would help her to realise that she needed him somehow.<br/><br/>He left the motel room five minutes after her and started the car. While the cold interior slowly heated up he called the station and reported that he needed a few days off. It wasn't a big deal. He had 36 hours off after his last shift anyway and as he had some extra hours he should get rid off his chief was more than willing to give him off. But he would have to return the patrol car at some point. But not now. Carlos had the vague idea that Lea was looking for some place she got some booze. Something he wouldn't allow her anytime some. He moved the patrol car from the motel parking and turned left. To the right was only some industrial area, if Lea would have turned into that direction, she would better carried out her suicide plans.</div>