<span style="color: #FF80FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I don't know, Lea...it would be counter productive and it sounds null like someone inside the force...someone else has an interest in stopping us..."</span>Carlos said contemplatively.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "If it's not a group from the inside of the force, maybe someone was making money off of Ralph or has some sort of investment in him. There's clearly some sort of relationship between him and these people, and more than likely it is business of some sort..."</span>she suggested in reply, leaning back some into her pillow--silently wishing she had more.<br/><br/>Taweon was back on the phone and relaying items he found, asking Carlos if he wanted him to open some of the items. Carlos gave a negative in that, and then Taweon mentioned something very interesting.<span style="color: #0040FF"> "Folks, there is a professional video camera...I'll check what he filmed last..." <br/></span><br/><br/>Carlos looked at Lea and Lea reflected his confusion. An idea suddenly came to mind,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"You don't think Ralph was fil---"</span>her words were interrupted by the sound of a cry, followed by retching. Lea's heart picked up speed and she covered her mouth--there was no reason to react like that unless Ralph had filmed something absolutely horrid.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "You don't..."</span>Lea swallowed the lump in her throat and spoke through her hand, she tried again,<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "You don't think he filmed...the murders do you...?" </span>she asked, though she felt like they had their answer if Taweon's gagging sounds from the phone were any indication.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Taweon?" </span>Lea dropped her hand from her mouth and reached for the phone.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Taweon--what did you find?"</span>she asked somewhat urgently, though obviously trying to be patient as the man finished throwing up.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Taweon...we need to know what was on that cassette..." </span>she urged. She was sitting up fully now, her mind clearing slightly as adrenaline rushed through her. She wanted to be wrong like she usually was, but she had a feeling that Taweon had stumbled over Ralph's own filming of his murders. She knew that if that were the case, they would have to watch the film--would have to see why he filmed it. If it was a filmed murder, it was solid evidence against Ralph.