<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos looked at her curiously, when she said that the drug guys may be willing to help, if they got that pill topic solved. He shrugged his shoulders and a mischiveous grin appeared on his face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"There's a reward for hints on the killer. If we don't act too dumb we can make it look like they and you tipped us and they get the reward. Plus, we need to talk to them anyway. I am willing to repay them that bag, as it will give me some more contacts in the scene, something we may need for our PI work. We sort that out with them...I think the reward thing may be a good deal for them. It are 50 grand, if we make it 50:50 between them and you it is a good payday, way more than that bag was worth." </span><br/><br/>When Lea mentioned that she might carry again he nodded and put his hand on her shoulder.   <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Lea, don't fear the gun. You know that it are the people pulling the trigger who are killing not the guns. I know why you avoided them... but even without your love for me I would be sure that you wouldn't shoot yourself. It would be as ultimatively like jumping out of your room and you hate ultimate decisions. When we are the hardware store we have a look into some nice small arm. Deadly but small..."</span></div>