<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 was still talking with the DA in Lea's hospital room when his phone buzzed. He looked at it and saw that it was a message from Mary-Ann.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Please excuse me for a second, I have to check that...oh, it starts already..."</span><br/><br/>Carlos wasn't really surprised by the pictures. He had never expected him to be the only one of the precinct to stumble over Lea in that bar. Obviously someone else had seen her performances too and collected some evidence over the months. He looked at the origin message and saw that it was an anonymous mail send half an hour ago to her. He just assumed that it had been sent to all press and TV reporters. And someone probably had already incorporated it in his documentation, Butch most likely. Carlos got up and switched on the TV again. His assumption had been right on the point, as the ticker showed the latest updates. <span style="font-style: italic">...Police deny that accusations are correct...Troubling evidence places Lea Stevens in professional prostitution...Was Carlos Delgado her pimp?...Update at our next newscast with Butch...</span> A grin spread on his face, even if deep inside it enraged him. He turned to an obviously disgusted DA.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000"> "You understand now, why I had to make a deal with the press? They will try to discredit me and Lea until nobody would believe us a single word. But my revenge will hit them totally unprepared. You just might have to act quicker as we thought, because we might need the big cannons sooner than expected."</span> <br/><br/>The DA nodded and pulled his phone out. The past half hour they had talked the entire case thoroughly and he had listened to Ralph's confession. It was already a ticking bomb, but if the precinct would try to brush it under the carpet it would get nuclear. The DA was no friend of the big-heads at the Police and he wanted to get to them for a long time now. Carlos had delivered the munition he needed and he wasn't willing to let go of that chance.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Michelle, we need to operate quick. Please call Judge Delaney and ask him to prepare an arrest warrant for some Ralph Kalinowski. I will fill him in with the facts as soon as I leave the hospital, but I want that guy transported to Belmare Prison as soon as he comes out of surgery. There must be no chance that the Police can get their hands on him ever. Send Steve and Angelo over to play guards to that guy. I expect them at the hospital in fifteen minutes, before I leave. And then call Mary-Ann Richards from Channel 5. She will get an exclusive interview with me, if she visits me tomorrow at my office. But only her, no word to anyone else, understood. Thanks, Michelle..."</span><br/><br/>Carlos had listened to the phone call and he dialed Mary-Ann, when the DA hang up. She picked up immediately.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Hi Mary-Ann, thanks for the mail. It looks like it went to all news stations and your friend Butch already spread a rumour that I was Lea's pimp. I hope those guys are walking right in the trap and we can get some payback. About someone watching her, I guess I wasn't the only former co-worker of Lea who recognised her at the bar. But the more dirt they are piling up right now and the higher they get the deeper they will fall once we come out with our story. How is it going with the preparations?"</span></div>