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HUMAN RESOURCES

The room was bare and dimly lit. From the window you could see it snow, the roofs were all whitewashed. Was in a hurry to return home, he sat for almost an hour and my legs were numb. The stifling heat and humidity was at its highest. He was breathing with difficulty and could not think. The hands clutching the strange letter.

He had read a dozen times but had failed to understand its true meaning. It was a letter which reached him two days earlier. The envelope was a white rectangle, its name and address were handwritten in beautiful calligraphy. In the upper left was printed on the sender: Human Resources Department.

The contents of the envelope was a single sheet of A4 color ivory paper quality was excellent: smooth with the letterhead of the sender in relief. The text was short and concise: the personnel manager inviting him to call, Friday, December 24 at eight at headquarters - address below - for important communications.

he missed the sense of the letter as important communication was to report to the Director of Personnel? A promotion? Of course, a promotion he thought, on the eve of Christmas should be good news. A doubt, however, had now arisen. They were not those good times: the company was in crisis. Someone had the idea that flashed at the beginning of the year there would be a major restructuring, perhaps even a reduction in staff, but those rumors were quickly denied were: the company was sound, and new orders were coming.

had arrived at the entrance of the headquarters with ten minutes early. The usher, a tall, rather slender, had greeted kindly. When he said he had to go to the Human Resources Director, the clerk replied that the Director was not present but it would have been received by Dr. Marta Rossi. He had to go up to the tenth floor and wait in the waiting room. On the right down the hall, he said. Going

had not seen any person and the silence was almost absolute. Easily finds the waiting room, entered and sat in the only chair in this room. No painting or poster hanging on the walls. No one had done still alive, looked at his watch were the eight and ten.

At half past eight a girl came in and asked if he was Marco Venturi. When he had the confirmation, said that the doctor had arrived el'avrebbe received within minutes. Instead, it was not so, the minutes passed, the anxiety went up, the room temperature increased the half-hour. He took off his coat but did not find a suitable place to put it: placed it on his lap. He felt tingling legs, stood up. In that instant, the same girl as before, told him that he could enter the next room.

The office was spacious and lighted, the temperature pleasant. Before crossing the door took a deep breath. In back of the room behind a large desk, a woman waiting for him. He was young, well dressed and cared for, no requirement to define better the missing, but he, Marco Venturi, never would have adopted a beautiful woman. The beauty of a person is never a quality in itself, must be accompanied by other requirements such as kindness, for example. That woman, you could tell, was certainly not good. A smile pulled, the sudden movements and I think that should also be very irritable. Everything around her seemed cold and helpless.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Prego accomodi> is> the woman said. The tone was dry and bitter with a slight English accent, typical of those forced to travel abroad a lot.

The man sat down in front of the woman, separated only by the desk, looked at their eyes, then held out the letter, now crumpled to her.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So because the director l'ha convocata>> paused, then took a breath, like a record, he began to speak:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;you work with us for at least ten years. He always played the his duties with punctuality and efficiency. It has an excellent curriculum, have you ever thought about progressing your career, get a higher salary?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sure I've thought a lot but I feel good in this society, I live near my parents, I have some time at leisure. You know, I have two small children to care for, have been a widower for a year now and I need the help of their grandparents. Do I have to stay with them, need the presence of his father. Changing jobs would mean less time available, to travel, stay away from them>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I understand, I am very sorry, but you see, as will After the company decided to shift all production abroad. The design phase will be outsourced. His office will cease by January 1. It can no longer offer its services>>. The woman's words made him jump, he stopped for a moment to breathe.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Si calmi, calmi> is> the woman said.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not .... You can not do this to me, put me to the door. You may not, have children, only, you can not ...>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Come on, try to calm down. You will receive a three months' severance pay from the state and by our company. We will provide some good references. Here in this folder you will find all the material needed to plan its future. A strategic plan that demonstrates how to reformulate its strategic objectives. It will also be available to a psychologist for a possible moral support>>.

The man got angry, clenched his fists.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I do not need a stupid folder or even a psychologist, I want my job, okay? I want my job. They have also outsourced the layoffs. They gave her the assignment of license, the director too cowardly to tell me in person, right?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Mi sorry I can not stay to discuss it with lei, vada>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Lei cacciarmi> can not> shouted.

\u0026lt;'I am forced to call the vigilanza>>. He lifted the telephone receiver and dialed the one hundred and eleven.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Tell me, tell my children today, I'll say ... but you can not know. It has no feelings, has no heart. I bet that has neither family nor boyfriend. No one comes close to her. It 's a lonely woman and this is the work suitable for you: Fire on behalf of other people ...>> the words died in his mouth, a guard of weight lifted and forced him to quit. Furi building was cold, the snow fell, it was Christmas Eve and he was unemployed, without a future, and with two children to raise.

The woman, alone in the office, pulled a sheet from his desk drawer and looked at the list and crossed out the last name. He had done his job. He had done his work, was fulfilled. From the bag and took his cell phone:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hello Love, I'm done with work, now we can celebrate Christmas. Where you taking me?>>. Man, other end, he shook, he found just the words.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;It was not planned to see us for Christmas. I spend with my wife ...>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But if your wife is a year that you do not want to see more… No, you are with qualcun'altra>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What do you mean ... No, if anything, friends, president, CEO. They invited me, I agreed, know for his career ...>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Balle, are all lies. You will see to that bitch than twenty years. The daughter of the director, right?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But if you barely know. But yes, I will see>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Well, then I was right! However his father that the work I completed, I now must take. Deputy Director of Human Resources. So he promised>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Look here too there is a problem. The daughter wants to gain experience, start working. I think that his place will be ...>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;This is how things are, you go to bed with her, is become your new lover and I waste even work>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;'s life, baby. You should know it, you have just finished downloading the employees. Anyway you know how to rebuild a career, and we can offer you a psychological consultation>>. The woman abruptly closed the call and burst into tears.

Alone, with no one. The first man was right, no one wanted to be with her. In fact she was away people. He wasted a year of his life with a man who loved her. She was the mistress of a married man. Was used for sex and to play a crappy job that nobody else had wanted to do: liquidate an entire department, send home a lot of people, and now, and now had been fired in turn. He left the building and took to the streets. She felt the chill in the bones.

The bridge was deserted, only a few through the streets. He stopped and stared at the water flowing beneath her. That sent away all serenity. The heartbeat slowed down, put his bag on the railing and raised his arm. Something kept her from moving. A hand gripped her wrist.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But that is fa, pazza?>> said the man who a moment earlier had shown a clenched fist in front of his face.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I Let it go, but you understand? I looked down there only>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Mi sorry then I misunderstood l'avevo seen crying and then that gesture… However, she is shaking it's too cold out here that we enter into bar, offer them something caldo>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;her, she gives me something? But if I'm fired, she should hate me for this>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes and I hated for this until a moment ago. She had a look of ice. As soon as I saw it I was afraid, did not seem to even one person, but now his eyes are alive. Now I noticed how beautiful>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Interaction sorpresa, caffè> accept a>.

The place was crowded but they managed to find a free small table, sat down and began to speak, he spent a good hour.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;And where she will spend the eve of Natale?>> asked the man.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;da sola, as dicevo, have been downloaded anch'io>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Then you can come to my house. My kids and grandparents will be happy happy to see that people attend to when she died ... my wife, I do not see any more>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'll come. E 'for many years that do not celebrate Christmas in a family>>.

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Stampavie

With this card I participate in the challenge 120
Stampavie with the theme of Christmas. The heart and central

'was cut with the wonderful Slice Elite (the new toy for my little sister! Uh how I envy you! With the new Slice pannolenci you cut like butter)

The Gift and the dog instead of candy on the fabric were cut and always with the Slice card Mittlestoe. Some stamp Tim Holtz, the inevitable Waltzingmousestamps for writing the wonderful series Tildina Christmas this year, and voila '.

Below another instead of my tree decoration made with the inevitable dies Tim Holtz is the middle card and Graphic 45. Sorry for the quality 'of my picture but the central detail is very nice, too bad that we do not see very well (it's a small figure of the 45 graphic card which I then spread a bit' of glossy and Stickles )

Hello everyone and Happy Birthday

Lory

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These days we are all preparing for the tree and I also added some of my decorations. Among other things around this time my sister arrived from America with a lot of good things ....

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This will have no recognized is a Sizzix die by Tim Holtz as the center of the heart with the word joy.

Now I place a decoration for the fireplace made by me in previous years (always with the supervision of my mom). This is a book of Art to Heart & # 160; where there are patterns to make socks.

A kiss to all Lory

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Hello everyone here's a job I did for a dear friend who in recent days has made the endorsement.

's just one page (when I have other pictures you'll see below)

Within the two words are the photos that Julia did during the two arguments (which you do not see for reasons of privacy). Well! I would say that now I just have to congratulate this student model!

xoxo Lory

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Christmas Card 2010

Here I am after a bit 'with a Christmas card

is these days I just did not card but I also dusted off my sewing machine .

Here the detail of the card:

Inscriptions ee Christmas balls in the hands of Tilda were cut by the Slice (so 'as well as the snowflake applied to the heart) The two Stamps are the Fall Tilda stamp club, while label below is un'alteration Tim Holtz. All seasoned with lots of glitter and Stickles (those on the shaft) that I have been given away, unfortunately, is not seen well in photos but they are very sbrilluccicosi.

We also put the detail of the heart that I did (I had seen one in a store like that and I fell in love so when I came home I tried to do it myself I had probably already talked about my passion for the hearts ?) what do you think?

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is still tickets for the birthday and for a change tickets are for men. Promised, the next will be a little 'more feminine! The ticket is done all over with stamps Tim Holtz and the Graphic card 45. The stamp was inked with numbers with Dabber Pearl Rangerink and I must say that the effect is really nice (too bad that you can not see from the picture) looks like a pearl chalk.

The second ticket is for my baby ... so to speak! In fact, today makes the beauty of 18 years! Uh! as they are old!

The tags, labels and numbers were cut with the legendary slice

stamps are Hero Arts and Tim Holtz

The punch is Martha Stewart (kindly provided room my sister )

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Here is a card made for my hubby who these days has made for years.

All labels and tags were cut by the Slice Making Memories that I have to say lately is behaving just fine (let's say that I'm finally learning to use it!) Has a function that called shadow with which I can cut the profile of all the images slightly larger so as to make the board below (a genius!) is the stamps Inkadinkado and Tim Holtz. Xoxo Lory

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5

The San Diego Tribune

The headquarters of "The San Diego Tribune had moved a couple of years Downtown . Previously, and since its inception from the early twenties, was in the neighborhood of Old Town in a building facade in an austere gray stone. The owner, an intellectual by the progressive ideas that had made money in publishing, he founded the Tribune with the aim of turning it into the newspaper of reference for the people of San Diego: a lot of local news, interest in sport, particularly the baseball team the San Diego Padres and an eye to politics in the county.

The initial print run was not high but enough to keep accounts in balance. Sales were off when, thanks to the intuition of the Director (a former deputy director of the New York Times that the owner had pulled up to the competition), was introduced to the tabloid format and extensive use of pictures. The newspapers at that time consisted of a few sheets of size very large, filled up to the extreme of very long articles, printed with eight characters in the body, almost impossible to read.

The increase in pages, though smaller but more manageable, photographs, fonts larger, had increased over the number of readers, including those of advertisers: local businesses and traders, mostly. Of course, revenues had grown in proportion to where the newspaper had proved a good investment.

The owner had always pushed the manager to raise the quality of the newspaper. Well written articles, comments clear, no preconceived idea and an eye toward the powerful and the politicians of the county, were the its guidelines. Our newspaper has to be the beacon towards which they look for all citizens, always said.

With the recession, the newspaper was in crisis, lower sales, substantial decrease in advertising. He risked bankruptcy and closure. With a harsh restructuring, a massive dismissal of journalists and staff, had barely survived until the sixties. The former owner had died, the children were not interested in publishing, it was only natural then the sale of the newspaper. The transition from a so-called publisher pure industry group was traumatic: cut the quality of the articles, more room to gossip, less attention to politics. The Tribune was

survived, had seen the birth of the twenty-first century and the collapse of the towers. The property was passed from hand to hand several times to reach a publishing magnate who bought it in order to bring it back to its former glory. More investment, new technologies and new building, were his first steps. If

must again be the beacon of the city, the headquarters of the newspaper must be in its center, in the highest. For this had been purchased the last five floors of the newest skyscraper in Downtown . Twenty-storey building in steel and glass, with the facade that reflected the sunlight and gave the different shades of color according to the prospectus weather conditions and time of day.

Frank Lee entered the home of the Tribune past ten o'clock when all the journalists were already at work. He greeted the doorman, went through at a quick pace and book the elevator lobby. When the glass door that opened on the wide-open space of the drawing is opened, secretaries, journalists and graphic stood up and applauded him. A thunderous and sustained applause that Frank moved.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;one scoop eccezionale>>'s chief editor said, shaking his hand.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sapevo that there l'avresti fatta>> exclaimed Molly, the secretary, and kissed him on the cheek. And plenty of backslapping and congratulations. All to report that \u0026lt;\u0026lt;i sales figures say that the copies are sold out in the early hours of mattinata>>. Or \u0026lt;\u0026lt;The Tribune is mentioned in all TV services oggi>>. Suddenly the door opened, and the Office of the Director of Dover White, the secretary of the director, called Frank:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The boss wants you parlare, is urgente>> then, turning to the entire editorial staff, he says: "Tune NBC's press conference and listen to Duke Beker live, maybe there are developments>>.

Frank entered the office of Edward Clark. The director was sitting with his feet on the desk, had the TV remote control in hand and tunes to the all-news channel for NBC. On the screen ran the inscription: "live - the press conference of director of the county of San Diego."

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Siediti Frank, see what he has to say in his defense that bastard Beker>>. Frank sat down without saying a word on a comfortable black leather chair and held his breath. What would be the move of the Council? He knew how to respond the allegations of the newspaper?

Beker Duke appeared in videos with an impeccable pinstripe gray. His face was tense and rather emaciated. Frank saw the obvious bags under his eyes, a sign of sleepless nights, and the wrinkles that had not noticed before.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... that is why with pain that I am forced to resign as an adviser firm in the county of San Diego>> s'impressero were the last words in the mind of Frank. The Director Clark jumped on the chair and complimenting Frank said.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;We did it, Frank. The press has done his duty again. Investigated, verified the facts and disclosed them. The public has judged and the powerful shift has taken the consequences. This is the press and this is democracy>>.

screen, deprived of sound, Frank saw that the scrolling text was changed and now the headline: "The Duke Beker adviser resigns." The images were those of the video posted on the blog of Patricia Perez, spaced from the first page of the Tribune .

At a press conference the City Council had defended himself, explaining that the news published was almost entirely false, that yes, he admitted having committed the ingenuity and small have been used, but only healthy of cocaine and other drugs. The confidence of his constituents, however, had failed and needed to protect his family. Then she had to solve its health problems. For this he would resign. Beker not what he said was a judge on the basis of data published in the Tribune, had opened an investigation into the contracts to be assigned to him and most likely would end up in jail soon. Frank, at that point, become fully conscious of his success had forced a powerful, corrupt and addicted, to resign.

Frank was still sitting in his chair and listened to the famous "thought the real journalist" of Clark, when the managing editor of Black, John Willis, broke out in the office without knocking and announced:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;During the night there was a murder, a woman's body was found in Sun Street. The science is already in place but it seems they are waiting for the forensic pathologist and the detective in charge of investigations. It should send someone in place quickly and>>.

director Eduard Clark fixed his eyes on Frank, they understood what it meant to look and said

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Noo!, Not I, not the black stuff for me. In that area there are local red light, will be the usual prostitute murdered by a customer. Send Freddy has just been hired and will be happy to write the article>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Frank, you know what to tell the police when there is a crime of a prostitute or a junkie? "Victims of human zero." Write a report and then close the file. This should not happen, our task is to prevent this from happening>> Director paused then continued:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You know what I should do a good journalist? A good journalist should not find out who was to commit a crime is a task of the police. You should not do justice, the judge. In the first place should tell a story. Who was the victim, what he did, as he lived, who her friends were, what were his values. Citizens must know that the victim was not a number, a zero, but a person who deserves to be known and remembered. Second, journalists must also check whether the police carries out his duty, and if the court makes a just sentence. For this reason I do not want an article that anyone can write ten lines, also a blogger, but a real investigation. You must find out who he was and what was a victim and follow the police investigation. And if that's the matter, we must do to know>>.

Frank had heard those words. Five years earlier he had been hired recently and was asked to write his first article. Frank then had thirty years and had returned in San Diego after that "everything", as he said, had happened. He was alone, apart from the few friends Fat Boy and Ellen Evans, no money, no job and especially without knowing how to do anything except surf. He decided to become a journalist, but first would have stopped years before returning to school.

He studied at night and worked during the day. Odd jobs: bartender, longshoreman, what happened. Thanks to his experience as a surfer managed to get hired as a clerk in a shop selling sports equipment. He was good at giving advice, the clients trusted him. And then the store was near the beach, could do a "ride" during the lunch break. Surf and studied. Read very: newspapers and books of all kinds. Recovered in a short time lost. He pointed to the University. Not only because he was older than the other students but because it was the best, what took the highest ratings. The girls made the thread, asked to study with him. Some of the more daring, asked him to go out with him, but Frank was not ready. The memories were still too sharp to begin a new story. Remained on its own and always refused invitations.

With graduation came time to find a real job in a newspaper. He sent many resumes, but received few responses, very few interviews, no offers. It was thanks to surf when he was hired to Tribune .

director Eduard Clark had a grandson. a grommet, a PIVELLINA surf every morning going to the beaches of La Jolla to get a ride. One day when the sea was rougher than usual the boy found himself in the centrifuge. The wave overwhelmed, drowning. Frank was there and saved him. A stroke of luck for him. The boy wanted to thank him by offering him a beer. At the bar began to speak, what equipment you use. Shortbord or longboard? What do you do? The usual questions. When the young surfer learned that Frank wanted to be a journalist said

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Maybe I can repay with you, give me your phone number>>.

Frank gave a talk to Tribune and was hired. He began writing short articles for local news, that nothing but the director kept an eye on him. Recommended but not because his grandson because he had seen his qualities.

was September when he was found the body of a Mexican near the border. Did not talk about nothing but illegal immigration in the city. Should throw them out all these illegal immigrants, no need to regularize, they said. The Director Eduard Frank Clark called his office and told him:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I want you to go to Mexico to Tijuana, you have to find Who are these people at risk of life they want to enter the United States. I want you to tell their stories>>. So it was that Frank had his first investigation, and heard those words: a good journalist must tell a story, you need to know the people. Actually, that investigation is not completed it. No, but came back with something bigger. A survey from the first page that opened the door of his career.

Frank crossed the border and took up residence in a hotel in La Playas de Tijuana, not far from the center of Tijuana. Near the ocean. He brought with him his shortboard. He got up early in the morning, went out with the table, went to the beach and gave her best. Just a few days because everyone would notice "that American who does incredible things with the board." Of course, attending a bar to drink at all and offer help to know the locals.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hola amigos ¿cómo estás?>> said a man in his fifties, quite low, olive complexion that was watching him for some time, sitting at a table in the bar.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bene, on a day like this can not go that bene>> Frank said. He approached the table, ordered two glasses of cold cerveza for him and the man and sat down.

They spent several days before Mexico began to speak. Days spent at the bar drinking and talking about women, tacos and waves. But when the Mexican spoke seriously, Frank listened and changed the object of his investigation.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A couple of years, illegal migration has declined. Almost no one wants to cross the border, only those with relatives or find work is sure to risk their lives to come to the U.S.. Now the work is here. A Tijuana. Moonlighting certainly underpaid shifts, with twelve to sixteen hours, but you do not risk your life>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;May type of work?>> Frank asked.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Mexico in 1994 signed the NAFTA, the North American Free Trade Agreement. Goods such as motor vehicles, textiles, computers are crossing the border are not subject to customs duties. There are countries like China and India are suffering instead of the limitations in exporting to the United States. They produce so much and very low price. To avoid forcing Chinese factories to close the American ones, there are limitations to the amount of goods that can enter the United States. Unfortunately, China and India have a need to export and then the devil comes into play Mexico>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;In that modo?>> Frank asked.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Tons of Indian and Chinese products come to Tijuana. There, in illegal factories, the goods are processed in made in Mexico. A little thing, sometimes it is enough to label. And in that way across the border without paying duty and violating the embargo>>.

America is flooded with goods from Asia, do not even know because it depends on them, does not realize it. There are markets, particularly textiles, which are now in the hands of one or two foreign countries. What would happen if one of them decide to raise prices or suddenly decide to boycott the U.S.? Easy to understand. That was the story to tell: how come the goods? Who produces them? In that conditions experienced by Mexican workers?

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Voglio see the factories and we know who lavora>> Frank asked. He had to promise a substantial reward to the Mexican newspaper but the money was well spent. He took pictures and wrote a lengthy investigation that appeared for a week straight in front page of the Tribune . Sales of the newspaper increased and, instead of asking if it was just open the borders to illegal immigrants, Americans began to wonder if it was still tolerable almost totally dependent on goods produced in Asian countries. Frank had become a good journalist. He told a story.

Frank's thoughts returned to the present. A murder, a story to tell.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ok, Ok, I'll go, but the usual conditions. No time limits, free to carry out personal investigations thereof will be ready when I get the whole story complete. Of course if it's worth it, no article>> said the editor of the newspaper.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;As usual, Frank. I'm sure something interesting will come out>>.

(continued)

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How cute!

A t imbroscrapmania we already ' arrived at the 12th challenge!

The theme is autumn colors and here is my version:

The writing and the dinosaur were cut with the Making Memories Slice the stamp instead of The Greeting Farm.

A good opportunity to try out my new custom stamp, taken from Ba

I know that the color is not perfect but very slowly, I'm exercising. Xoxo Lory

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Chapter 5 - Chapter 4

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Margaret Miller arrived at the police station earlier than usual. It was still dawn and, apart from the cleaning ladies of the night shift and a colleague who was taking apart, did not meet anyone.

He had slept little. A restless sleep filled with nightmares. She had awakened with a start with the sweat of his forehead. After that I went into the kitchen and drinking a glass of warm milk was returned to bed. He tried to sleep but there was nothing to do with staring eyes had looked at the ceiling for several hours. The thoughts were running and she did not know how to stop them.

He decided that he would not tell anyone that she had been threatened and had been rammed by a truck stolen and later found, but would investigate on his own. What does. Shown that those behind were John Green and intimidation Steve Morrell, then they would be reported to the Committee on Home Affairs. That was the only thing to do to regain the confidence of his colleagues. He knew it was not an easy thing. They are not PIVELLINA and have taken their countermeasures, she told herself.

arrived in his office, he saw his desk cluttered with documents concerning the case, "Green and Morrell." Picked them up one by one and puts them in a file cabinet. In the morning Captain Garcia would call her and ask her to move all the cards to a few colleagues. His first investigation. A month's work. His first defeat.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sarai sola, always in your lavoro>> had predicted her father when she announced that police had entered the \u0026lt;\u0026lt;as you will strive to collaborate and network with others, in moments will hardly be alone. You must become strong enough to make the right decisions without help from anyone>>. In this he was thinking when he realized that someone was knocking on the door of his office. Looking through the translucent glass, he saw that the tonnage could not be Laura.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ho saw the lights on and went to salutarti>>. Benny Cook, the idiot of the night shift. Margaret had forgotten him. Usually did everything to avoid him. He hated her way of talking to those I, me, me. His self-centeredness. His style of dress. He could not stand anything about him. He knew that, on the contrary, all the women of the department made the mawkish with him. It was beautiful and rich. The classic child's father who had smoothed the way and he could have made his career thanks to the recommendations of his father. Surely he would have asked for the umpteenth time out. He had no will and had now exhausted all plausible excuses.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Join. Come on>> Margaret said, trying to mask the disappointment.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;How are you? If you continue to work with this breath, you become the head of department>>. Margaret thought, or the Benny was kidding, or not yet know nothing of what had happened. He concluded that it was simply an idiot.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bene, it's all pretty bene…>> replied quietly shuffled the last words.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I have two tickets for the Saturday's game the Padres , I'd like to see together?>>. The idiot did not know that she hated the baseball?

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm sorry, but I just can not. Saturday and Sunday I'm going to visit my parents. My father has a little 'that is not well. I really have ...>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Allora will be for the next time and you'll see the new Porsche I got my \u0026lt;Parent>. Who cares about your new car, but thought you please answered

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ok. Speak Up>>.

Benny left the office greeting simulating a gun with his thumb and forefinger. Another second el'avrebbe killed seriously.

Margaret looked at her watch and considered that perhaps someone at the testing laboratory would find him. He took the elevator and went to the fifth floor. The door was open, some lights were on and someone down the hall gave her shoulders.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not permesso?>> said loudly to be noticed.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Prego, enter pure>> replied the man. William Russell was the scientist as everyone called him. The older and leg of the scientific staff.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Anche you suffer d'insonnia>> asked Margaret.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No. Not usually, but today I got up early. I need you to take fingerprints or any other tracks on this card>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Certamente, we will attimo> a> said Russo.

a spay agent sprayed on the envelope, waited a few seconds then put it under an ultraviolet light.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Due fingerprints parziali, an inch and a indice>> Ad Man of science. Scan the fingerprints through the database and find who they were. About ten seconds, then the computer gave the identikit.

\u0026lt;'I Am the tue>> William Russo confirmed to Margaret Miller.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I thought so, I opened the envelope. I thought there were other>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No. Who has been handled very carefully. We try to do more analysis>>.

William Russo submitted the envelope and letter to every kind of analysis and then expressed the sentence

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Map very common, bought at the mall is almost impossible to go back to the store is widespread in all states. The writing was made with a laser printer. The type of an HP toner, but even here we must stop, is too diffuse. For the rest of the total absence of other trace organics. Never seen anything like that. I can only confirm that the consignor knows her, has been very careful>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;How immaginavo>> Margaret said that she thanked the fellow and then went out, he wanted to try another route.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;First Fedex? Margaret Miller yesterday morning I have received through one of your courier a bouquet of flowers, I wanted to thank everyone who gave me the gift but you know, are very careless, I lost the address of the sender. I thought maybe you could help me rintraccialo>>.

The voice of the secretary was nice

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not we could provide these data… forse, but let me controllare…>>. She was a woman, he knew how these things were going. A bouquet of flowers, perhaps we would have gone off an invitation to dinner and one thing leads to ...

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Margaret Miller, Escondido, delivery achieved during the first mattinata?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, just that>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ehmmm ... are not mentioned neither the name nor the address. If this information is missing because the sender has paid cash and did not want to register Unfortunately Miss happen. Unfortunately there are no other means to help Miss>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Grazie the stesso>> said Margaret. Expected it, not even a trace and no way to prove who the source of that threat. Disappointed, he had no desire to return to his office, took the road to the shooting range.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I have to do some 'of Operating>> said the policeman on duty, who recorded his presence.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Cabina number cinque>> replied the man. Margaret wore headphones, grab the pistol and pointed it against the template. She remembered the first time I shot her.

After two months of academy began the first lessons on weapons. Theoretical lessons. Margaret was not a problem, they were studying. The gauge, safety, mechanisms of operation. Concepts. Notions.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The next week we will learn to disassemble and reassemble a gun small calibro>> the military had anticipated that took lessons \u0026lt;\u0026lt;time I just want to pick it up and feel that l'effetto fa>>. Margaret smiled, but the instant his hand touched the steel, the face was darkened and began to tremble. No one had noticed, but luckily discovered to be afraid to shoot. For her it was a surprise, he had seen weapons from the moment she was born. His father often came home in uniform, had seen a thousand times undress, take off the holster and put the weapon. It was a common object for her, like a toothbrush. Would never have thought to be afraid to handle a gun. He said that evening to his father

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not'll never make me a poliziotta, guns paura, trema, my hand I will never sparare>>. His father had not realized one was surprised:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Small happens to everyone. Fear can be won>>. He took her into the desert, far from home, had brought his pistol and told her:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;is that imagined the cactus is the target. Try to center it>>. There was not successful. Could not even stretch my arm.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Daisy, you must understand that gun is only a tool. A tool to protect you, to save your life. If you want to defend a weak, do justice, to enforce the law, you must learn to use it. Otherwise you will have to give up. There are times when only a gun can help>>. Those words of his father had calmed down. He understood that he should not be afraid. The gun would have been his only companion in difficult times. Extended his arm, pointed his weapon and fired the entire magazine. The large cactus broke into two parts. She saw him fall to the ground and lift a cloud of dust.

Center the template for five times, took off his headphones and left the station.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E ' always the best, Lt.>> congratulated the staff when he saw her out of the polygon.

back to the office when everyone had to work, Laura standing in the doorway was waiting with a cup of coffee in hand.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sei early morning oggi>> Laura said with cheerful air, holding out the usual long black, macchiato, sweet, Starbucks.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sai that I thank you anyway piace, assaggio>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I saw Benny as I was coming. I bet you came to say goodbye, I was invited to the football game and we talked about his Porsches, right?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Immancabile>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;And has taken two of picche?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;As usual, business as usual. At least this is as usual>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You did well, Benny is a stupid, not good for you. However, the captain has just arrived and wants to see you in his office. Travel. He called me, asked if you were already there and then said, "her come running into my office">>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Corro>>. Margaret was expecting that call and was prepared for the worst, but was a surprise.

front of the office door of Capt. Fred Garcia, Margaret looked to see if the dress was in order, rearranged a lock of hair and then timidly knocked.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Entra, entra>> cried the captain. Does not await you sat and began to speak:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Take me all the documents of the case "Green and Morrell," I have to go to White. He'll play in the investigation>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Here This is all the material>> put the wallet on the desk, then continued: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Captain, allow me a question? White is a friend of Green, and certainly not take place with care ...>>. The captain immediately stopped.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Listen girl ... I have no other staff available. And that case has now gone to hell. It is not the first case of corruption within the police and will not be the last. You have to do with it for a reason. Of course you're like your father. You are two of you idealists, the good from the bad part of the other. Life is not so. There will be a second chance and if they are corrupt soul, in the end we will fall. In that case we will do things as they are made. However I did not call for it. There was a call on Sun Street there is a height of 145 killed. A woman, young. I know. We need to open an investigation entrusts it to you. Strength goes, there's no time to lose>>.

So, after the defeat of the previous day, while she thought she would have spent my life filled minutes, Margaret had been his first murder investigation. It had to do all things well. He proved his worth.

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The flower I cut with the Flowers Sizzix dies Tattered Tim Holtz. With a flower dies I made the big leaves and the center have done with the punch.

And this is the card:

The tone of this phrase is also from Tim Holtz and also the background paper was embossed with a folder always Alterations Tim Holz Sizzix (among other things, yesterday I embossed also the chipboard with this folder and came incredibly well!)

Here, instead of the special paper hearts cut from Martha Stewart Chapel BasicGrey. Who knows why, but of hearts! .... LOL

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HONEY - Chapter 3

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happen to wake up some mornings with the knowledge that this will be a good day. A day to remember in time. Like a child on Christmas morning, rushed under the tree to take the gifts and then climbs into bed with mom and dad to discard. As a lover, waiting to review their loved one. As a husband who wakes up to embrace his wife, listening to the beat of his heart beat in sync with hers. So FANK Lee woke up that day.

The torrential rain overnight had ceased. The wind, stretched from the floor, had swept away all the clouds and the sky was clear and clear. The waves Generates off the Pacific Ocean, had traveled thousands of miles regulate and increase during the journey. Their destination was the West Coast of the United States. The Bay of San Diego was a nice place to die. Frankie, Ellen and the Fat Boy would ride.

Frank Lee had worked all morning the day before the establishment of a long report on illegal activities of the Adviser Duke Beker. He demonstrates and documents, quoting sources. In the afternoon he went to the office of the Director of Tribune, Edward Clark, and delivered the item. Frankie stood there while she read the director. He walked up and down the office impatient, sometimes staring at the window and watched the rain fall upon the city and the wind sweeping the tops of trees.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Outstanding. Really great job, Frank. As always, however>> said that Clark then continued \u0026lt;\u0026lt;... but the proof of guilt of Becher you promised me?>>. Frank pulled out a DVD from his jacket pocket, took it from its case and inserted it into the drive of the computer that was on the desk.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Guardi this filmato>> Frank said. The director put on his glasses and gazed curiously carefully video. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;The video will be posted on the blog of a friend of mine output at the same newsstand investigation. I want it written in the newspaper the web address of your blog so readers can see it and be sure that what I write is all true>>. Edward Clark immediately darkened.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Frank could put on our sito, know how many contacts we fatto?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not thanks to my friend if I could do him some recognition filmato, dovevo>>. The Director, not entirely convinced, will give up.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;OK, OK, Frank, that's okay. The first five pages of the newspaper tomorrow will be your>>. The journalist took his leave satisfied.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Capo riposarmi, now I'm going to have two days and tomorrow I would not dormo, libera> the morning>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Thou Frank deserved. I imagine that you will do tomorrow>>. The director smiled, he knew his passion for surfing by Frank.

was still dark when Frank Lee got out of bed and ran to check the weather forecast. He understood that in the next two hours there were waves as he had ever seen. Ellen Evans called her cell phone.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ci siamo, two hours there will be a step you picco, prendere>>. There was no need to introduce or explain. Ellen was a surfer as Frank. She was waiting for the storm.

The pickup parked under the house of Frank Ellen half an hour later. When Frank saw her exit the building, got out and helped load the equipment and the entire table, and together they went up on the vehicle and drove toward Oceanside.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Patty sleeping ancora?>> Frank asked.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, she is not interested in these things, she is surfing stuff fixed, and then worked until late on the blog. It says that you will be a sensational scoop. He has already noticed a significant increase of pages downloaded from the site>>. Ellen paused, then asked:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Invece your article is about the number of The San Diego Tribune of oggi, vero?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, today it will be fun. Headlines and surf. A great day>>.

Frank and Ellen came close to the beach when the sky was a pale blue color of ash. Not were the first arrivals, in fact it seemed that the whole town was there: Fat Boy, surfers, photographers, lifeguards, civil protection and the public. Both the public.

Fat Boy was already on the beach and was waiting for Frank and Ellen. Standing with his head pointing to the sky, it was intended for sultry, the god of hurricanes and storms, and asked for protection for him and his friends. Mentally recited his haka of defiance to the waves. The young Maori was a Catholic but had not forgotten the traditions of his people.

Surfers fans, newcomers, professionals, accompanied by their staff, all were preparing to descend into the water wearing their coveralls or rubbing their boards with paraffin. They were all there to challenge the waves, to prove to be the best. Some are not even able to climb on the table, others were sucked by the waves and rescued by lifeguards, few would have made an honest ride, show and picked up a few applause from the audience. For the amateurs it was just a challenge for professionals was working.

photographers with their huge zoom cameras from there, they took their stands and were looking forward to doing the shot of life. The photos to sell magazines, surfing, perhaps one that would go on the cover.

The lifeguards were there to prevent any surfer drowned. They were already in the water on their jetsky ready to intervene. Were tense and risked their lives to know that crazy.

operators of civil protection with their helicopters flew over the beach and shouting with loudspeakers blaring their messages. Invited surfers not to go into the water and remember that those who had violated the ban would be incurred even in stopping. Words to the wind. Literally.

The audience consisted of young and old. Men and women. Many women, young and beautiful, they were there to watch the surfers from their physical carved, others tried to make an impression in the eyes of some photographers that would take. Frank said the

sea. The waves were as high as five feet and crashing on the coast with a burst ever seen. The noise was deafening. He took his shortboard, and began to cover it with wax to make it less slippery, so did Ellen. The temperature was warm and would not use the suit. They walked towards the sea, and then tie the leash the foot, ready to find a good time for their ride.

Many had already entered the water, the grommet for the most part, but could not overcome the wall of breakers. Professionals, however, driven from their Jetski were already on the lineup . Some had already run their evolution, given the amount of applause and were returning to shore.

Fat Boy gave a nod to Frank and Ellen, and then went into the water. The guy was like an elephant on land but in water appeared to be slight, its gentle movements. He found a good wave, got on the board and surf in excellent way, all the people on shore had seen and applauded him. When he touched the beach, shook hands and greeted other surfers, and then began to look at his friends.

Frank rides the table and watch the waves, then when you think it is a good time is lying on the shortboard , head up and legs together, and paddle to the line of breakers. He started rowing with the arms faster then pushes with both hands, the tip of the board under water and try to sink the stern resting one foot on the back of the board. Wait until the wave has passed and pushes the tip to the surface of the table, unloading the weight on the stern of the table. Frank is causing her to reach the lineup, the ideal line, where surfers waiting for the wave.

Even Ellen did the same and it is there at his side. When he sees a good train of waves you have towards the coast and began his ride. It 'the only woman who dared to challenge the waves, the style is professional and puts the bikini highlight its beauty is natural for the photographers with their try and zoom snap several photos. The public beach on the note and applaud. Now would be a hit on Frankie.

Being a surfer is to have good technique, power and intuition in choosing the right wave. Are the waves that allow you to make correct changes. Waves would not exist without the surf. Frank knows this and also knows that to do something special it takes an exceptional wave. Wait. On the horizon, a wave higher than the others, appears the expert eye of Frank. 'S ready. Suddenly, however, a jetsky trolling a professional on the same lineup . Frank acknowledged, Robert Morrison is. He has already seen many times on TV is a young professional in Los Angeles, one of the most promising. Frank has studied his style and does not love him. And 'good but is too arrogant, seems to fight against the wave. Frank loves the sea and loves the waves.

Robert looks at him defiantly, Frank sees it and this is distracting. Robert steals the wave. Frank is angry, the other waves are smaller, the storm is about to fall. Has lost its momentum. Robert is a true professional, is extraordinary. Performs a bottom turn perfectly. And 'the man of the day. Frank is now thought to have discouraged surfing on a wave media. Expectations and hopes go up in smoke, a moment of distraction, and everything is lost. He had expected the storm for a long time and now he had lost. The public had by now realized that the show was almost over and started to leave the beach, some photographers were already dismantling their equipment.

Frank was alone in the water when, suddenly, a solitary wave, different from the others, appeared. It was monstrous, the highest that Frank had ever ridden. Seven feet or more. She was afraid but we have tried.

Frank grabs the edges of the table, pushing down as if to make a drop and jumps up on the table. The wave took him up, the adrenaline rises. Arrives on the crest of the wave then quickly began the descent. Frank is thirty, forty inches from the table, about to fall. Brings the focus back, landing and bend your knees. Recover the balance. The crest of the wave falls on itself, and Frank is in the pipe. The public, that he realized that something wonderful was happening and had begun to look carefully, it loses sight of, holds his breath.

The wave is going to run into Frank and sent him spinning. Frank last moment out of the tube. It 's still standing on the table. The crowd applauds. Frank is back on the crest of the wave, the speed picks it up in the air, performs a rotation and then resumes the wave remains on the table until it reaches the shore.

Frank knows he has made the company, he is the man of the day. He hears the applause, he hears the cries of the people, saw the flash of cameras, see Ellen and Fat Boy smile and lift your thumb. The surfer professionals are there to fret the soul, they have lost the right wave and now the photographers are there for any one, a stranger who has been lucky. Robert Morrison is close to Frank and his hand fades but does not speak, is eaten up with envy. A reporter approached and asked:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm John Durrett magazine surfer magazine , I would like to ask you some questions, can?>>.

Frank, the reporter of The San Diego Tribune interviewed. The ridge. The interview lasted several minutes. What is the name that does work, why not become a professional, and other similar platitudes. He knew that would end up on the cover of next issue. Several agents approached him and gave him their business cards, ready to pay for entrance into their team.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ho already have a job and continue to do quello>> answered at all.

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HONEY - HONEY

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Daisy Daisy opened her eyes a moment before the alarm was playing, looked at the time, turned off the alarm and got up quickly out of bed. Looking through the window he noticed that the first rays of sun tinged deep red sky and cumulus clouds announcing a storm. We hope that the rain lowers the temperature - thought Daisy - the heat for some 'days is unbearable.

Napoleon, tabby, pointed out its presence by emitting a loud meowing and rubbing its tail on the bare legs of Daisy.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Are you hungry eh? Now comes the jelly>>. The cat followed her into the kitchen, she took the box of biscuits and a bowl filled with white and then began to Napoleon. These promptly thanked purring. Stroked him gently for a few minutes later, looking at his watch, he decided it was time to take a shower.

out of the bathroom wrapped only by a towel, returned to the kitchen where he saw the empty bowl but there was Napoleon. Perhaps the cat was looking for a cool corner of the house to rest. Took the coffee from the shelf, filled with ground coffee from her and placed her on fire. Arabica, strong taste, it was his favorite. He hated the freeze-dried coffee, preferring to get up few minutes before the morning but did not renounce his abundant energy breakfast. He waited for the coffee bubbled and inhaled the aroma deeply, he filled a large cup and drank a sip still hot. He was buttering toast when the sound of a car aroused his attention.

Daisy lived in Escondido, a remote mountain area, located about fifty miles from San Diego. The house of stone, plastered with white lime red-tiled roofs, surrounded by a meadow of lavender purple, stood out in that arid land with patches of ocher yellow grass parched from the sun and rare patches of green for the presence of giant cactus or some low shrub. The cars passing by in those areas were rare and Daisy did not wait for anyone. Not that day. Not at this time.

She rose and looked out the kitchen window and saw a blue truck lift a trail of gray dust, headed right toward her. It was no more than a hundred feet and was able to read the words "FedEx Express" on the body. Deliveries. Someone sent a package by mail. She

a bathrobe and went to wait for delivery at the door.

The man, a guy in his thirties, tall, thin, with Capellini and blue uniform, got out of hand in hand with a package. A box with one side more than eighty centimeters. Daisy thought of a bunch flowers.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;one delivery Miller> Margaret, "said the boy.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Interaction io, grazie>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Here this is for you. If you do not mind, I should make myself a firmetta here>>. The poses a clipboard with a sheet on which was written his name and address, and a pen.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ecco here where I put a croce>> waited a moment, then said goodbye \u0026lt;\u0026lt;The thank you and good giornata>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Good morning also she>>. Daisy returned the greeting and then waited until the man fell into the van, put in motion and then move away by the inevitable cloud of dust.

He took the package home, looked at whether there was any note that would make her understand who the sender, but did not find him, then untied the bow and looked within.

The smile vanished from his face. To be a flower it was, a long-stemmed chrysanthemums dry. Dead, she was thinking. The envelope was inside, in plain sight. He took it carefully, holding the edge, trying not to leave his footprints. It could be an object of crime considered. He took the ticket and read the message: "Now keep your mouth shut, it is better for you if you do not speak." Daisy remembered what he should do in the morning.

Margaret Miller, Daisy as they called the family, tall, late payment, the deep green eyes inherited from his mother. He was not yet thirty years old but has been working for five years at the San Diego Police Department, the sdpd. As a child

Daisy Police had wanted to work in and follow the footsteps of his father. Finished high school, he entered and graduated with honors. She had always been the cleverest of his class. Punctual, attentive, always devoted to his work, was also the first to be promoted lieutenant. He assumed the position of detective and this was his first survey.

A simple thing, just to get familiar with the work, said his superior, Captain Fred Garcia. An anonymous letter had indicated the presence in a luxury apartment in the city center, around a ring, almost all minors and illegal immigrants from Mexico. So said the informer.

When Margaret and his team raided the building, found nothing strange. He had imagined the scene as well. Clients Looking hastily dressed, girls run away screaming and still bare. What I did not expect, however, happened just minutes after clients and prostitutes were filed handcuffed. A woman, tall, blond, with delicate features, in peace and quiet, even stunned the noise, came up to her and handed an envelope with a transparent plastic bag filled with white powder.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not expect so soon, you're not already gone more than a fortnight ago, say it to his colleague. However, inside there are the usual two thousand and that is top quality>> the woman said, turning to Margaret, indicating the bag then peremptorily added

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;time vacated the girls and forget about clienti>> ;.

Cocaine and money to bribe the police. Margaret was stunned. She, the daughter of a policeman, not the least thought this could happen. Justice. It had to do justice. To expose and arrest those who shame the name of the police had become his goal.

not led to the central woman. In exchange for a confession promised a substantial reduction of sentence. In his report would not have reported that the prostitutes were underage or illegal immigrants, with a couple of years, if she would manage. In return, however, would have denounced her pimps and corrupt police. Margaret Miller got those names.

next few days, without notifying Garcia, Daisy picked up information about John Green and Steve Morrell, the two corrupt cops. They were called by colleagues and Stasky Hach. Two men who appeared more than two cowboy policemen. At the back had a decent career with numerous arrests, some praise. They were well taken by few and feared by most. Often talked to their standard of living quite high and not suited to their payrolls. A year earlier they had also refused a promotion. They preferred to street work, they said.

John and Steve were assigned to their patrol in the area of \u200b\u200bthe city and had never reported the presence of prostitutes in the district. Performed periodically raided the apartment house converted into appointments and then, in exchange for money and cocaine, pretended to forget everything. Over time they also stopped making the raid, they had made an agreement with the managers and they had agreed a fixed tangent. Had it not been for that anonymous letter, Fred Garcia never would have decided to take the team of Margaret Miller.

Fifteen days later, Margaret thought he had enough evidence to arrest them. He presented with photographs, statements and video recordings to the Head of Department and denounces all. Garcia, upright man and friend of Margaret's father, presented the whole affairs. For the two men shot the suspension and left the internal investigation. That day Margaret would have presented at trial and testify. It was the main witness for the prosecution.

Margaret Miller began to get scared. Someone really asked it to keep my mouth shut? Someone would also hurt. It was perhaps appropriate to compromise? He thought of his father, paralyzed in a wheelchair because he had protected his body with a hostage by gunmen for a robber. He had recovered his legs, he. And what would you do? His ideals thrown in the toilet at the first hurdle? He even risked her life. He testified.

Daisy ended up eating toast and drinking coffee still warm even though he had not so hungry. He went to get dressed. A blue suit, but it handy to overshadow her feminine charm. Collected the hair in the mirror and made it a lock that stopped with the hairpins. Only a trace of makeup, just to prove to their male counterparts who did not neglect his appearance but that was not there to show off. He threw in the trash and pack the dried flower, too many hands had touched, but kept the ticket. Once in the district would have required the testing laboratory a series of tests to detect footprints or other tracks that enable it to identify the sender. Napoleon called to greet him but the cat was already in dreamland. He left home thinking that Remedios in the afternoon, the maid, he'd feed the cat and tidying the house.

The engine of his black Toyota was assured, powerful and reliable. Suitable for through that bumpy road with little traffic. Usually arrived at the gates of the city, crossing no more than four or five other cars. Four kilometers from his house there was the first presence of life, a drugstore where he often stopped to refuel or buy something they needed. That morning he jumped the rest. She was concerned but not afraid. With him was his gun. Upload.

The radio was on and the announcer read the latest news reports interspersed with songs of country music. Margaret noticed only by accident that the huge truck was following her. The truck driver had to have hurry, he wanted the open road, he pointed out trumpeting as they could.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Passa, passa, berth hours if you so much fretta>> said aloud, even if it could not be heard on the other motorist. He stopped the SUV on the edge of the roadway to give way but was surprised when the truck instead of overtaking stopped about ten meters from her.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What vuoi, you no longer want to correre?>> Daisy and sped off again. The truck did the same, indeed accelerated even more, fell on her dry. The shock was tremendous, just opposite lock braking and managed not to fall into a ravine and to keep the vehicle on the road.

This is a madman wants to kill me, thought Margaret. Scared, but unharmed, he drew his gun, crouched in the seat ready to shoot. From the truck he saw no property, but he knew that someone was there and wanted something from her. Margaret opened the door and jumped out, one hand holding a pistol and shot the driver in the other pulled out his badge.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Polizia San Diego, falls with never alto>> screamed. No one answered, the windows were blacked out, did not understand what he was doing his opponent. They did not answer but showed signs of life by accelerating and colliding again his Toyota. Margaret exploded a shot in the air, but the car disappeared in a flash. One caveat, this is just a warning, she thought Margaret. The next time it could not end like this. Daisy, his hands trembling, wrote down the license plate number. I do not lead anywhere but it's worth groped, she thought.

arrived an hour late to the department, Laura Lopez, just saw the greeting:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What faccia, but you successo?>>

Laura Lopez was the personal secretary Margaret . Forty years, married with two children. Gentle character and always cheerful. It was soon become best friends with Daisy.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Nulla of che,… I did not sleep well and I had an accident, but nothing serious I have not done niente>>, is justified.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Here is the documentation of this. In ten minutes you have to testify, are you ready?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, all right. Listen, I need a favor, I know the name of the owner of this vehicle>> Daisy drew from his pocket a piece of paper, where he had written down the license plate of the truck

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;is quite an urgent>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not are problemi>>. Just as Laura finished talking affairs office door opened, Fred Garcia appeared to call to testify. The door closed behind her.

The room was very large and well lit almost entirely occupied by an oval table in walnut. The placeholders indicating the name and the function of those present. At the head of the table, three places: Marcus Wood, William Johson and Ken Brown. Constituted the committee affairs. Would decide the fate of the two police officers, the readmission or permanent expulsion from the department with the subsequent criminal trial in front of the ordinary justice. To their left: John Green and Steve Morrell, accompanied by their lawyer, Larry Coleman. To the right of the table Fred Garcia, Margaret Miller and Dolores Gray.

Margaret rested on the floor beside him, the bag, took out the papers and documents that Laura had prepared and laid them on the table. For a few seconds there was total silence and embarrassment took the bottle of water placed before her, filled his glass and drank only a sip. He began to observe a one-to present.

Marcus Wood, a tall thin, in his fifties. He wore a black suit with white shirt and classic tie Oxford. Perennially tanned and wearing glasses blacks. He arrived home affairs for a recommendation of her father. He had a playboy reputation and everyone knew who put the horns to his wife.

William Johson had over sixty years and was nearing retirement. Medium height with a prominent belly. A few white hairs. He believed in his work. In his youth he was a policeman inflexible and incorruptible. Directing the affairs with the same passion then.

Steve Morrell, the only color. Fifty-five years old, married with three children. He was promoted to his political contacts and friendships rather than the merits of work. Interested in the next elections, tried to exploit his position to appear in newspapers as possible.

Dolores Gray was a lawyer, an official of the department and an expert in legal affairs. Assisting the prosecution. Very young. Not very high but the blond hair and blue eyes made her, that usually define a beautiful woman. Margaret had known little but knew that it was said that she was intelligent and well prepared. William Johson's eyes were fixed on her.

Margaret Miller found himself face to face for the first time, with Green and Morrell. He was not afraid of them. He wondered if it was one of them or both to deliver him that flower. Perhaps they were the ones who also have to pay because someone cut off the road that morning. Clearly did not intend it out, because they only wanted to frighten if something serious had happened to the suspects would fall on their own. It had to be present and retract the allegations.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Buongiorno detective, know why it has been called to testimoniare?>> said in a stern tone William Johson, who as the oldest member, served as chairman of the committee.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes>> said Margaret dry. He knew he had to meet with synthetic sentences, using precise technical terms, possibly simple.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do you know what are the consequences of false statements, or simply not true based on his remarks personal and not supported by evidence?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Well, then we can start. The word defense lawyer>>.

Larry Coleman was a fat man with a clear bottom that tried to disguise baldness with a large carry-over. Very unpleasant person but a shark on the job, were very few jobs in which his clients were convicted.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Thank you for giving me the floor, Mr. Chairman. We know the charges that the District intended to refute my two cared for and I would like to ask a few questions to Lt. Margaret Miller>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Granted. We're here to help>> answered the William Johson.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Tenente Miller, is true that the investigations conducted by her on my two assists starting with a statement of Miss Alesha Cox?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sì, she was to me those names for the first volta>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Gestire around a ring of minors and illegal immigrants from Mexico is a reato?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sure, ten to twenty years in prison>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not Alesha true that Ms Cox has had a reduction of punishment for having issued a statement accusing my two assistiti?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;This is a practice often consentita…>>. The defense lawyer interrupted Margaret.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Risponda with a yes or express opinions without no, personali>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;In this case were not considered personali, I request that Lt. Margaret Miller may end the frase>>. Dolores Gray interrupted, in turn, the defense attorney, addressing Johson.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Negata, simply reply with a yes or NO>> to the committee chairman was not interested in explanations, but only the bare facts.

Daisy spoke again and answered the question of the lawyer Coleman

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Another question. It 's true that the evidence you provide: photos, videos, statements and all material found in it date back to the days prior to April 10?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;When has officially taken up inside l'inchiesta John Green and Steve Morrell?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The 12 aprile>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Quindi tests were obtained upon his own initiative without having been officially personale, l'incarico his superiore, Fred Garcia?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not could I ask you to open a formal investigation without first having some evidence that substantiate the testimony of Mrs. Cox …>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Please reply with a yes or no, Lt.>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not other domande> I> ended Larry Coleman.

Margaret, flushed, he read on the faces of Garcia and Gray discontent and realized that things were not going well. The defense lawyer stood up, approached the Board and began his harangue:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Gentlemen, the evidence on the basis of which you intend to acknowledge my two assists were obtained illegally and not following the proper procedure. Even assuming that they are reliable and sufficient, which we object, before a ordinary process can not be made. The judge immediately integrate my clients. Photos and videos can also be explained as the attempt made by my two clients, to get to know the names of operators and organizers of prostitution. Miss Alesha Cox's statements can be explained as mere statements made to obtain a reduction of the sentence ...>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Lords of the Commission, asked to stop the pleading of the defense lawyer. I need to speak with the Lieutenant and Captain Miller Garcia>>. The defense lawyer Dolores Gray had understood the intentions of Larry and intuition that the Commission has deleted the process. It was useless to fire them, an ordinary court would have decreed their reinstatement, more than the two would be transferred to other assignments with some reprimand. Next was to try to defeat a counter displace Larry Coleman and convince the commission.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Allowed. Stop the session for ten minutes>> William Johson said.

Margaret Miller, Fred Garcia and Dolores Gray is flat in a room adjoining the office. Dolores began to speak:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;After hearing the allegations of Larry is correct, a court would not allow the ordinary process no proof, if you insist with them, the police would lose the job. The committee members have understood that not proceed and the whole thing will be shelved. There's only one thing to do, ask for a suspension of the internal process and ask for a more detailed investigation to bring new evidence for the prosecution in a presentable ordinary process>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But it will be impossible to find new ones. Must be careful, there are idiots>> Margaret said. Garcia interrupted:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Dolores is right, Margaret. We must try everything else will go up in smoke. All right, ask a extension of three months>>.

are back in the office, the process resumed. The lawyer spoke Dolores Gray:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Signori, Margaret Miller, the lieutenant and captain Fred Garcia, ask the temporary suspension of this internal process to enable to carry out further researches for a period of three mesi> ;>.

Larry interjected firmly:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Another three months of suspension? Three months without a paycheck? This time is not tolerable for my clients. I ask that the process is canceled and that is readily integrated>>.

Marcus Wood, William Brown and Ken Johson looked for a moment between them, Marcus took the floor:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The commission, after hearing the parties, out to vote. Within twenty minutes will be issued the sentence>>.

were the minutes slower than the life of Margaret, it seemed that he would spend a whole pending the ruling. She was disappointed by how it had happened, not least if the suspect and the disappointment in his mind was great. A wire saw him smile on the faces instead of Green and Morrell which whispering with their attorney to be sure that if fared.

quarter of an hour had passed when the committee returned. Johson took a sheet and read out the sentence:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... will be granted an extension of one month to carry out more detailed information on the behavior of John Green and Steve Morrell. The survey, however, should not be led by Lt. Margaret Miller but by other staff, chosen directly by Captain Garcia. Meanwhile, John Green and Steve Morrell will remain suspended from office>>.

defeat. To Margaret it was a total defeat. His investigation had been cleared for more would have to pass the ball to someone else who certainly would not be able to find anything new. That was the blackest day of his career.

Margaret returned to her office. Around them the absolute desert. The news must have been leaked and now she had become un'appestata. One to keep at bay, the two colleagues accused of innocents. From now on would be a tough life to the department. He put the bag with the documents on his desk, sat down and leaned his head on the table, he wanted to scream and cry of despair.

Laura Lopez knocked on the glass door and entered without waiting for a response from Margaret. With one hand she held a cup of coffee she had purchased just prior to Sturbucks, the other with a note written on a post-it.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So how you feel dear, do not say anything. I just wanted to let you know that you have done everything for me how it was done, are the laws that often protect the dishonest ...>>. Margaret raised her head, looked disconsolate.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Grazie Laura, cara, but today you are very …>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You have to lift you up and react. For starters there's what you want to>> Laura poses coffee, even though he knew he was crazy for that type \u0026lt;\u0026lt;About that number plate. And 'stealing of a truck today, the complaint was made about ten. The owner was carrying a load of goods from Escondido in San Diego, had stopped at a gas station to refuel and then went to the bathroom, someone has set in motion and was carried off the truck with full load. What is strange is that it was found a few hours ago, battered but with all the goods intact. It is not a theft ...>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Thanks Laura, you've done your duty. I think I go home now, I need to rest>>.

Margaret Miller got into his Toyota crashed and went home. It was late afternoon and was driving when it started to rain. It was one of the most intense downpours that struck the west coast in the last ten years.

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