<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/>Lea let out a surprised yelp as Carlos jerked her around to face him, her eyes fixing on his immediately.<span style="font-style: italic">"No. He was never in the records. Thank you, Ralph. You gave me the hint I needed..." </span>with that, Carlos had released his hold on her and bee-lined for the living room. He went to her laptop, powering it on and then demanded she put in the password. As soon as she came near, he pulled her onto the couch and she put in the password without hesitation or question as he began to explain his thinking.<br/><br/>She passed over the laptop and Carlos began to type furiously into it. After a few moments he turned the laptop to face her, pushing it towards Lea,<span style="font-style: italic">"You said he had to be in records to know those facts about us. But he said Maria lied for me to cover me. Yes, she did, like you did too, but that isn't in my file and it isn't in hers. It was never approved and the only guys who ever tried to pin it on us were the internals..."</span>Lea looked at the photo in disbelief as Carlos continued to explain,<span style="font-style: italic">"...Ralph Kalinowski..."</span>The name seemed to echo in her head as she continued to look through the page that Carlos showed her.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF"><br/>"I think he is the one who killed Karla..."</span>Lea choked out as she examined the photo more closely. Ralph felt nothing in the picture, nothing but satisfaction. She knew that look, had seen it a million times on guys like him...but the Chief's son? That was a heavy blow to her mind, even with all the shit she had seen in her life.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>"Now let's plan, how we take that guy down..." </span>Carlos' voice invaded in thoughts and she looked up at him. Her body felt hot and her heart was pounding in her chest. How would they manage to take Ralph out? Chief Kalinowski was a powerful man and he could easily sweep anything under the rug if he wanted to. Even with Carlos, Maria, and Lea testifying against him, no one would be able to do anything--at least that's how Lea felt. Maybe there was some hope, but she couldn't see it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"We do what he says,"</span>Lea said, though Carlos looked ready to argue.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "We show up, you get Maria back, I go with him, and then you call in a kidnapping. You don't say who the guy is, just who I am. Maybe that'll be enough for them to come look into it. Simmons and Peters will look into it at the very least. He'll probably take my gun if he notices--but I'll likely still have my switch blade. I can at least hold him off until help arrives...just track my phone..."</span>Lea said as she logged onto a site, showing it to Carlos.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "My phone has a locating service. All you have to do is press this button and it will tell you the last known address of the phone's location. It keeps it up to date by the minute, so you'll at least know where I am..." <br/></span><br/>Lea knew it was a long shot in convincing Carlos, but she couldn't think to come up with a better plan. She was on the verge of panicking, unable to handle the thought of another innocent person dying because of her.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Carlos, you have to trust me on this..."</span>