PART TWO SCHOOLGIRLS

   Good afternoon all, I bring you the continuation of the police "schoolgirls", and commented that in the next post will be the third and last part. from already thank you very much for reading. hug

•  Even though Perez was angry, I'm going to follow my instincts, I thought, as I accelerated because of the eagerness to hear another view, the opinion of the coroner. Something tells me that the body, does not fit the profile of the killer. But and if I'm wrong? Better I hope to see what say me to those who know, before continue giving me machine.
•     Once in the morgue, I go and look for Gustavo, the sector Manager. For my luck was not, as he watched the size of stainless steel tables, it appears. Carries a dust, which if I remember, once was white, completely unbuttoned. It brings a package that for stains on paper, was to be his lunch.
•     —Hello, Garcia — me says, while eating a tuna sandwich, dropping crumbs in the sheets that covered a newly run client—. I heard you did pissed at Perez, although such anything irritates it
•     —Shit — I say — they run fast the good news here. One thing you got right: this type is very irritable. Well, changing the subject, did not want to interrupt your lunch, but already did the body found behind the pizzeria?
•     —Yes, and you inform that his name is lazar, Noelia. Says with a degenerate face — and was no Virgin. She was about 24 years, although due to its structure, it seemed much less.
•     — And surely it wasn't even student— I say— at least in some school, but that was only dressed as such right?
•     —Exactly. According to the police report, which we obtained by their fingerprints, she was a prostitute. They had arrested her several times. And if she was wearing schoolgirl, it would be for his work. Because apparently came with a client of perverse tastes, and they mistook it for a student of truth. How you realise?—tell me, holding the remains of his lunch, he gives you the last bite. With the other hand, browse the report.
•     —By the tattoo on his arm — I commented while I note the drawing in the skin — even though when I saw it in the container, I noticed only a part of the drawing, since I was torn, I had hope that when you review it you could build it, and thus know more where is.
•     —Exact — says, and adds — that was the first thing I just did. Watching it with the magnifying glass and joining as the skin, could very torn as you well said, I discover that it belongs to a nightclub called burning Dove. A seedy nightclub, frequented by all kinds of varmints, located in the avenida Santa fe at 5600. I know, because I know him closely, you understand? hehehehe - and accompanies that last phrase with a wink.
•     —Ok. But... the important thing is was not a victim as which they found previously. And that's a good track — at that time I feel there is still a chance to catch the son of a bitch and I said goodbye to carrying me a copy of the report-thank you for your time. Gustavo, each day more and again sorry for interrupting your lunch surprise me.
•     — Don't do you problems, I'm already used to make me work while lunch - I said without looking at me, focused on the last bite of her sandwich — gives greetings to Perez if you see him.
•     Returning to the station, with the head a little quieter, I had a chance to catch the miserable thanks to data collected in the morgue.
•     Arriving at the police station I do my first stop in front of the coffee machine, bag one, I feel, and while I browse the report, they come to the mind clear images of what I saw in the alley. The position in which the body was mutilation, were details that threw me flashing in the retina: memories last a case that I had been assigned, where my partner died. It must be my imagination, I think, but the similarity is almost impeccable.
•     — Come on, Garcia, concentrate — I tell myself, speaking aloud — not Musings, focus in the case—and, after serving me another rate of a coffee than this recontracalentado, I keep reading.
•     —Good afternoon, officer Garcia — Rojas, said entering the office, pulling out his notebook of annotations—. What difficult case he had! Right? But if you allow me, have some details that I would like to do with you.
•     — I hear you, red — I said while I served more coffee. Since we are going to work together, it is good to know the theory of everyone, including yours.
•     —I read the record of all victims — me says, and I found out that they have something more common.
•     —Let's see, desembucha, red — I say with little expectation that brings something new. And I leaned on the Chair, giving him a good drink to the Cup.
•     —The previous victims were students of various schools, all were around 16 or 17 years — tells me, and I think to listen to myself, years ago, so I feel the need to not pay more attention.
•     — Rojas — I say sin rodeos-everything I say already know it. Excuse me if I'm direct, but a damn are not helping me.
•     — Forgiveness if how to tell it is something despelotada, what I want to go is that victims were... I don't know if you know it. But look, I mention it because maybe it is important.
•     Garcia regarded it as measuring it.
•     — I say — follow the other, — all were teammates for a very short time of the daughter of Perez — me concludes.
• And listen to it closes me throat, preventing coffee making to my stomach.
•    — Who you gave permission so investigate our? — say grasping his snowman cake trajecito, causing his cup of coffee spilling on your shirt color peach — moreover that already investigated it, fuck.
•     —I spoke with the captain — I respond, taking off my hands up — and, in the circumstance that is the case, believed convenient to give me permission. I know it is hard, but it was necessary — then, with the gesture of someone who has ruined the day, went to change clothes.
•     —Okay — I say in a tone of derision, as he browsed the record. Do what you want, what crap! But at least the information I shared... That if you don't mind, Mr perfect.
• Rojas returned to the office, to half to ignite an electric blue shirt, and continued:
•     — as said before, the daughter of Perez tube contact. A very brief contact with the murdered girls. So I think that Perez should know something more. I would go to the House and be able to chat with him.
•     — For me it is OK...—answer you, without even looking at it—. go and tell him to not be so euphoric.
•     Several minutes passed since Rojas was, but his words were circling in my head: the dead girls, the daughter of      
•     Perez, the connection between them, everything began to have a twisted sense.
•     After several cups of coffee and several read for the record, I think have gotten a clue. The photos of the coroner showed lesions in the skin of each victim. There was also a tattoo, that so well described by Gustavo. And the mutilation and uniforms for students.
•     —There is there something... — I say. I'll take the photo in hand and close of a hit record.
•     I am struck the logo uniform that the prostitute had since at the time of being attacked.
•     —Imitation — whisper.
•     The logo of a high school in the area. He is read only "Sacred Virgin College". Looking for on the Internet. It is located in Cordoba and Santa fe, Catholic ladies College. But what strikes me now is another thing... the prostitute: lazarte, is called.
•     — I need to take a look at your Department —whisper revisiting the last corpse photos.
•     I grabbed my jacket and I turn to the place in search of any on the road track, I think why thought you the prostitute use that logo in particular, being able to use one of any College. I also think, and in the very background on how you will be going to red with fellow.
•     Maybe the Department of this lazarte me any idea more concrete, I say to myself as I speed up.
•     Walking down the hallway of the building looking for 1 C, I am aware that I need an order to enter, always and when it is not locked, otherwise I return to find a.
•     A time in front of the door of the apartment of the victim, turn the latch and open the door without problems. I try to turn on the light and it does not work. I open the curtains.   
•     The first thing I notice is that everything is in a complete mess. Bag my jacket a pair of rubber gloves, I turn on my flashlight and, thanks to this, avoid stepping on anything that can break.
•     — Shit, that closure, hell — I think out loud — smell. It seems that does not walk anyone around here in several days. Above and to make matters worse, it's all scrambled.  
•     Come on, lazarte, to see that you have in the wardrobe?
•     Opened, I find suits that one look: LaTeX, police, goblins, damsel, Catwoman and even teacher. There are also whips, handcuffs and tacos all forms and brands shoes. There are pills of all colors in the drawers.
•     In bath, clothes hanging everywhere. No indication that you would like to use clothing of schoolgirls.
•     I'm sitting in bed thinking.
•     After a couple of minutes, get out of the Department and I am writing to the College, with an idea in the head: took the picture of the logo.
•     In this school, for girls, surely there must be someone who knows all the students.
• While, noto that hours pass and still not a concrete track.
• Arriving, gather to see the front of wide windows, and oak with detailed glass door, that the fee should not be anything cheap. Toco ringer and his bells sound I announce. I hope a few seconds while I see the neighborhood, then I realized that a silhouette of woman approaches the glass door.
•     —Good afternoon. Who is? —I serves the voice of an elderly lady, without opening the door. And before listening to my answer, add — the parent meeting, it was not until 16:30 hours. Please respect the schedule — it says, serious and with its figure attached to the door, as avoiding to pass.
•     — Good afternoon — I answer him imitating her tone of voice, I am the García officer, the sectional first Palermo.
•     — How can I help you, official?— insists the woman.
•     —Would chat with the head of the establishment — I said putting my hand in the jacket looking for the photo of the logo. I would like to ask you some questions about a case that I am researching. I don't want you to remove long.
•     — I don't know what could help you — answer me, with derogatory tone. And secure with a gesture similar to its tone—. We have not had any matter that is the police business, in our establishment.
•     — Do I would pass, please? They will only be a few minutes. It would not disturb it if you wouldn't believe to be important.
•     Tired of being at the door, I feel like seller and not an officer for information.
•     —Okay — tells me as giving me an order, as pointed out me the hall at the end of a corridor of very shiny and furniture mahogany floors — pass, take a seat. In a few minutes, the Director will attend.
• A few minutes, when I was getting used to the comfort of the Chair, sounds like the cell.
•     — Hi. who speaks?—say in a low voice: the place was too quiet.
•     — Hello, Garcia, speaks the official Rojas. I'm coming to the official Pérez. He must be at home, I see the parked car. After talking, I call him again.
•     —Ok — I say—. But I don't think that you get something new.
•     Short, raise the view and see approaching a woman about 55 years, medium-sized and slightly plump stature.
•     —Good afternoon, Sir...
•     —Officer Garcia.
•     —Garcia, well. My name is Elisa — tells me without many turns, sitting on the Chair opposite me—. I am the Director of the school. Patricia commented to me that it is investigating a case and that he wanted to talk about a track that had or something, right?
•     —Effectively. I am investigating a homicide — I say—. At the scene of the crime found this logo, do you recognize it? —show you the picture.
•     —It is the logo of our establishment, yes — I said. And I notice the panic in his face—. It happens something official, that need to know and thus put on notice to parents?
•     —No why alarmed, Madam Director. It's just that I wanted to be sure to recognize the logo, nothing more.
•     You had to lie. If it gave more details, it was likely to give notice to the parents. And that would be an incentive for the murderer is brought forward. Or worse, he fled.
•     To see that his expression didn't change much, I decide to trust her and tell him, more or less, as it is all so far. After a few minutes of talk and, seeing her more calm, I took the dare to ask an order:
•     —Mrs Elisa... It would need a list, if possible, of students who have not attended classes in the last two days. And also that they called to justify their absence.
•     She agreed almost immediately.
•     In that moment, the Director raises the desk phone and call Patricia.
•     This enters, approaches to the Director, who whispers something in his ear. I imagine that I would be asking what I need.
•     A while, the Lady returns with two envelopes. He hands them to me and to open them I realize that I have two lists.
• Examined them: total of absences, 18; total of justified, 16. Well damn
•      I think. One of the students is called Gonzalez, Adriana. It is 16 years old. I play it will be the next. Her parents are traveling, insurance there is the topic, I write addresses and I call by cell phone to Perez, but to my luck, attends the answering machine, leave a message.
•     —Hello, Perez, speaks Garcia — I say—. I have a track of the next victim. Rather those who might be the chosen of the killer: two students from the "School of la Virgen sacred".
•     What a son of a bitch!, I think, with list in hand. He murdered the prostitute with the clothing of one of the student posing as a customer. But it was only to leave a false track and thus have time to realize his plan.
•     —Insurance which must be in the House of Adriana, one of the absent students — whisper while I go out running of the College.
•     Ascend to the car and get a map of my glove box. I hope to arrive on time and thus end once.
•     —A see... to see the fucking!... where the fuck is this address?
•     A while find it: is in Constitution, near the square, six blocks to be exact. It is a dangerous area therefore decided to call at the station.
•     — ¿Copy me central? — cry you at the car radio, as I speed up desperately— Speaks the García officer, number plate 21543. I report a 10-96 in progress. Potential victims: female youth aged 15 to 17. Location: Pichincha between Carabobo and Clai, six blocks from Plaza Constitución. I will continue transmitting.
•     As I progress at full speed, and to not hear sirens anywhere, I grabbed my cell phone and called Rojas, knowing in advance that this useless is not the best option, but will support, where you have a confrontation with the murderer.
•     —Hi — answering machine — says me. You comunicaste you with the official red cell. You can leave your message.
•     Beyond that not atended, I said to myself that if Rojas continued to maintain that message on the phone, his days as an officer were numbered.
•     —I can't believe it — I think out loud, pounding the steering wheel—. We are in a case where it is assumed that we must be all connected, and this idiot leaves the phone off.
•     At that time, that tension was wreaking havoc on my nerves, sounds like the cell.
•     —Garcia! — I hear from the other side of the line. It was Pérez, with cholera—laden voice—. Where shit are you?
•     —Do Perez? — answer, between astonishment and bewilderment—. I left you a message half an hour ago or more.
•     —Yes, I listened to it, but it was rather... busy — it tells me something nervous. Answer me, are where shit you?
•     —I'm going to the House of one of the potential victims — I say while I see how, because of nerves, I pass the stoplight is crossed. The girl's name is Gonzalez, Adriana. I am sure that should be with his partner. Two days ago that do not appear by the College, call your House and do not respond. Over, parents are traveling.
•     —Great job, Garcia! Great job... — tells me with a cheerful, somewhat unusual tone on it—. Now we are going to put that son of a bitch behind bars.
•     —Ok. I'm going to call red - I answer you—. Thus we find the three and ended up this disgusting case together.
•     —No bother – says—. I call it, you reach in the House of the girl.
•     —Strange — I say—. perhaps Rojas no you did?
•     —No, I why? — says, and the noto rarer still.
•     — Because the last time I spoke with him, he told me I was going to see you — I told you, waiting for a response to remove from my head that he is not a suspect. It may be that they have not found.
•     ―Seguro spent that - he says-. Although, that blue shirt would be impossible to confuse.
•     ―ok, are among us hold on to that type — say―. And if after Rojas, we tell the plant that helped.
•     ―Me seems just. I hope you in the place, so at least you serve support ―me said between screams and puteadas―.  
•     That son of a bitch, I want to catch so much as you. I'm coming, hurry up hell. I want to go. I can already see the dolphin.
•     And fills with my patience with that last sentence. Finding myself at a crossroads on how tell them. Since he had no doubt that he was the worst thing that could be.
•     —Do Dolphin? But... what say...? You're there right? —you say it with clenched teeth, doing the same thing with the accelerator, and by placing the blender on the roof and turning the siren. You're there, right? The son of a bitch were you!! Have you always been...
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