<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/>Carlos seemed to come out of nowhere,<span style="font-style: italic">“Oh, there you are, honey. I have been looking everywhere for you. I see you met an old friend of yours. Hi, I am Jerry.”</span>It was obvious to Lea that Carlos seemed to recognize the man in front of her, though he couldn’t seem to place him either. Carlos held out his hand and Lea straightened herself some, rearranging her items in her hand,<span style="color: #FF80FF"> “Oh no, I don’t---“</span>the man cut her off as she expected, reaching his own hand out to grasp Carlos’,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">“Ral—Ray. I am Ray, but no, I accidentally bumped into your lady. I am so sorry.” </span></span><br/><br/>Lea saw the panic flicker in the man’s eyes and she gave a warm smile,<span style="color: #FF80FF"> “That’s completely my fault Ray. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”</span>The man glanced at her and there was something in his eyes that told her he was very unhappy about ‘Jerry’s’ arrival, but he forced a smile.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">“No worries, I wasn’t either. It’s nice to meet you, you two have a good day now,”</span></span>he said politely, his jaw twitching ever so slightly. He turned and walked away briskly and Lea did her best to place his face.<br/><br/>When he was finally out of hearing range, she turned away and began walking the other way with Carlos following her.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> “I think that was him, I think…he…was he following me? I think he was following me…”</span>she muttered out, her voice slightly panicked and worried. The guy felt very familiar, like the man who had offered her that five grand, but she wasn’t sure. She still couldn’t remember the man’s face, but she still had the same deep feeling of dread when she faced ‘Ray’.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> “What do we do?”</span>she asked, looking up to Carlos, her green eyes deep with worry.<span style="color: #FF80FF">  “If that is him, who is to say he won’t come after you?!”</span>she said suddenly in a low voice, clearly distraught by the idea.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> “It sounded like he almost called himself Ralph, but I’m not sure. He looked so familiar, like I’ve seen him before…he didn’t look like he did drugs, so he must be involved in something else if he is related to precinct…but he definitely isn’t a cop. Maybe he is an informant?....” </span>she was just talking to herself at that point, trying to review all the things she knew and all of her experiences at the precinct with the informants.