<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 had dozed off after the DA left him with the good feeling that he had done the right thing and that now it was on the run and nothing would be able to stop it. It wasn't more than half an hour that he slept, before Lea got rolled into the room in her bed, but he felt already a little bit refreshed. Lea still slept more than she was awake and he sat at her bed holding her good hand and was on the edge of sleeping again, when his phone buzzed. He had a mail, but he was willing to ignore it, but only seconds later it buzzed again and again. Someone was sending him a series of mails and finally he took the phone and opened the first mail. <span style="color: #4080FF">'Better you keep your mouth shut or you two will regret it till the end of your days!'</span> Carlos frowned and opened the next mail. There was a little video file linked to it and Carlos clicked on it. The film was shot with a mobile phone and it showed the POV sight of someone walking towards an apartment house. Carlos had no idea whose house this might be. The front door was pushed open, there was no sound, but the owner of the phone tried to film the walls everytime he turned around at the end of the steps and Carlos assumed that he tried to avoid to film someone else with him. The film ended at the entrance door of an apartment with a lock pick inserted into the door lock. Carlos suddenly had a very bad feeling. He looked at Lea, but she was sleeping and he clicked the next mail.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">'Now who might be living there?'</span> That was exactly the question Carlos tried to answer too. He had no idea and he opened the next mail. Another video file inside. He doubleclicked it and the film started where the last ended. The door got opened and the camera advanced into a corridor. Women's clothes and kids' clothes on the hangers, toys on the floor. A door got pushed open to a kids room. A bunk bed, two bodies in it. A small cloth appeared on the film and it got pressed on the mouth and nose of the boy in the top bed. Chloroform, Carlos assumed when the cloth got removed from the unconscious looking face of the boy. The camera turned to the lower bed. A girl, not older than two or three. The cloth appeared again and the same procedure followed. The film stopped there and Carlos had now a lump the size of a rock in his belly.<br/><br/>There were three more mails and he opened the next. <span style="color: #4080FF">'We have the kids, if you tell your story you will have their lives on your conscience...'</span> That was a very harsh menace, but Carlos had still no idea whose kids this may be. He opened the next mail. Another video file. It started when the camera left the kids room and another door got opened. The parents room, but there was only one body in the bed. A woman, brown shoulderlength hair, that was all Carlos could see when the cloth appeared again. The womam was sedated too and then she was rolled on her back. A painful cry escaped Carlos mouth. It was Renea! How did they find out about her? The film ended and Carlos opened the last mail. <span style="color: #4080FF">'Do you think that another victim of the prostitute killer would make your story less credible?'</span><br/><br/>Carlos looked to Lea and her eyes were on him. Someone had Renea and her kids and if the DA or Mary-Ann would start their offense, they would probably die. Damn!</div>