He took the report he had written last night, placed it in a manila envelope, and tucked it into his uniform pocket.
At 8:00 AM, he rode his old Honda motorcycle to the police station.
He didn't hand the letter directly to the chief. He wasn't sure if the chief was in, nor was he sure if the chief could be trusted.
The person he was looking for this time was named Carlos Hernandez, his father's former partner. Carlos had worked his way up to deputy head of the criminal investigation division, making him a mid-level officer at the station.
He was seeking him out because Carlos had often looked out for Raphael at the station. In the years after his father's death, Carlos was the only one of his colleagues who would still visit their home on the anniversary of his death and bring something for his mother.
"Uncle Carlos." Raphael knocked on his office door.
Carlos was sitting at his desk drinking coffee. He paused for a moment when he saw Raphael, then waved him in.
