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Sam walked long after Carla went off and tried to spend time in every way. He did not know why Carla had insisted particularly in offering to host him; after all it had been a trivial incident what had happened earlier. A simple "sorry" would have been enough for ending all there. While this and a thousand other thoughts like this turned into Sam’s head, he planted himself on the spot as if struck by an illness. He opened his astonished eyes and trying to react to what looked like a real paralysis, he tried to process a step forward. His astonished expression did not change but he managed to move again, and advanced more rapidly heading towards a bench where he reached out and grabbed the woman who had caused that reaction, turning her.

“It is not possible...”

The woman jumped up and put her hands to her mouth as if to try to silence a scream ready to go out, and looked at the man who had turned her so violently.

Sam, however, had again planted himself and had looked down; his arms were limp as if to blow off steam.

He had seen Stacie in that woman, he was not confused. He was sure he had seen her and had wanted to go to her to ask her the reason for such a persecution.

Then he turned his back without even apologize and started walking aimlessly looking straight forward.

Sam took a few steps and heard him say in a loud voice:

“In the name of the law, stop where you are!”

And after having read his rights, two agents who had seen the incident handcuffed him and escorted him by car to the Police Department.

Sam now had not to find a way to pass the time until the meeting with Carla but he had to invent a way to get out of that place.

After more than an hour waiting in there, Sam began to ask himself the reason for that waiting.

“Hey, why did you lock me in here?”

“Don't worry, about the harassment you'll manage with a couple years if you cannot afford the bail.” Agent Berrimow replied as he passed while Sam was wondering why such a long wait.

“Hey. But what harassment, I only confused a girl with mine. I don't really know what came over me.” Sam had just said what he really thought.

“Look, stop whimpering. There will be a court, a trial...”

“Can I at least have a call?”

“Sure, but be careful that you have a single phone call. You’d better choose a lawyer who can pay you the deposit if you want to get out of here.”

Sam thought for just a moment to Stacie, but then passed to Carla. He had no intention of involving Stacie the day after having left that way. There was a problem. He did not know which law office Carla worked in. His only hope was that the policeman could help him.

“Hey, listen up. I know only one lawyer. She’s from New York. Her name is Carla and she works in a law office here in the city but I don’t know her phone number. Can you help me, please?”

The policeman looked at him with a half smile on his mouth and said:

Maybe it's your lucky day today. Here in the Department we know well the lawyer De Sena. Think that I started a month ago and I already remember her. You hardly forget a beautiful girl like that. She comes to visit us constantly because she often gets office cases. I know the office where she works. I’ll get the number.

“Carla, it’s Sam. Yes, the one you have overwhelmed this morning. I need your help. I’m at the police precinct. Can you come here?”

After about half an hour Carla had reached Sam. She actually had not asked herself too many questions. Maybe she was used to rescue the scoundrels at the Police District in her role as a lawyer, but in this case she had decided to take Sam at home.

“This is the right time to begin to tell me more about you if you really care for my help.” Carla told Sam.

"Look, get me out of here and I promise to tell you everything. I assure you that I am the first who needs to talk about it.” Sam did not say those words with the intention to flatter Carla; he really needed to understand what was going on in his head.

In the meantime, the policeman who had got Carla’s phone number was filling out the documents needed for the release.

“Sam Cary, born on November 18th, 1968 in Colorado...Hey Sam, tomorrow you’ll be 26. Happy birthday.” The policeman revealed unintentionally to Carla the first news she missed about Sam, then he got closer to Sam and added in a low voice:

“Young man, this girl has a way with men, believe me, and so get a move on if you want to keep her.

As soon as those last words reached Sam, he suddenly turned his eyes and stared at the policeman as a little cat before jumping to the neck of its prey.

The policeman was impressed by that look, so he closed the file he had in his hands, he turned and went into the next room silently.

“Sam, but what’s the matter with that cop?” Carla asked Sam.

“Maybe he doesn’t feel well, it happens.” Sam said, while rubbing his temples because a big pain in his head was exhausting him.

Carla looked at him for a moment then she pulled up her shoulders and took the bag to go.

He was released with no problems, as the complaint against him had not been presented. When they were out of there, they headed for Carla’s home.