RATZINGER

Ratzinger walked into the office and found Ibanez sitting on his chair again.

"I thought I warned you over the phone, Ibanez," Ratzinger barked. "What are you doing sitting comfortably on my chair?"

Ibanez stared at Ratzinger as if he had palsy. "Waned me about what Detective Ratzinger?" Ibanez queried. "I don't understand why you barged into my office this morning without even bothering to knock. Have you no manners?"

Ratzinger was shocked to the bone. Ibanez had always been rude to him but that afternoon, it was even more. He wondered what was going on and before he could make a move, Ibanez stood up and offered him a chair.

"You can sit down there detective," Ibanez smiled looking at him. "I know you're surprised that I'm treating you well because of how awfully you treated me when you were in the position but I can assure you that I'm not that kind of person. I forgive and I forget easily."