• Part. 26 • ~ "Hospital" ~

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I got to the precinct. I asked for detective Castillo, obviously they didn't want to so I had to lie saying I was a close family member and needed to reach him immediately. I also asked to be passed to a private room and they allowed that, saying they would tell him about his 'family member' who was here.

I wait a couple minutes until a door opens. A man came in, he seemed young. He furrows his eyebrows and stares at me confusedly.

"Constantine? What the fuck. What are you doing here?"

"I need a favor. Someone told me you worked for my uncle so here I am!"

He shakes his head and curses under his breath.

"What favor?"

"I want you to show me footage of Central Park."

"Does this have to do with the shooting? Alessia, I don't think I can. Your dad was put to this case alongside with the Lombardi one."

"What Lombardi case?" I ask confused

"Luca Lombardi. He shot a therapist, Dr. Allen. I think that was her name. And about Central Park, they said it was Pavarotti's daughter, Elena getting shot by Luca. That's what your father said!"

"That's bullshit. I was there. And I want to see that footage!"

"Fine. But I never showed you this." He warns and I nod.

He walks toward a computer in the room we are in and he starts typing. After a couple of minutes he waves me over. I walk towards him and he plays a video. It was unknown. He took out a gun discreetly and shot Elena. Twice.

"He's left handed." I say

"And a male." Castillo adds.

"How do you know?"

"The way he moves, the way his weight shifts from one foot to another when he runs. I was also trained by your uncle, I know how to detect the difference between a man and a woman."

"So it's a left handed male. Can you also show me the camera on the other side of the park!" I ask and he nods.

He types something and then gets a video on the screen. He plays it and I see myself running, Francisco running behind me. Then I see myself freeze when hearing the gunshots. A car approaches next to unknown.

"There. Stop the video there!"

He does and I squint my eyes but still couldn't get it.

"Zoom in on that car!"

He does and it was still difficult to get the number on the plates.

"It's a New Jersey car, not from New York." Castillo tells me

"Yes, I know. It says Garden State at the bottom."

There were only two letters seen on the plates FL. But how many cars does New Jersey have that start with FL?

"FL. I can't run them for you. If I could, I would but I can't."

"No, it's okay. This is all I needed."

He nods and we stay in silent for a minute until he speaks up. "If this was all then I should go."

"Right. Thank you." I say taking out a one hundred dollar bill and handing it to him.

"Nah. Keep it, your uncle already pays me three million."

"A month?" I ask

"A week, darling."

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