<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 had subconsiously moved closer to Carlos when he had wrapped his arms around her, whispering into her hair as his fingertips stroked her cheek. His touch was painful on her broken cheek, but her need for comfort outweighed the pain. It helped that the drugs coursing through her barely made her give a shit about physical pain.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Sssshh, Lea, we won't allow Renea and her kids to get hurt..."</span>Carlos said, but Lea wasn't nearly as optimistic as Carlos was. He was probably right about Mary-Ann, but didn't that put her in a predicament as well?<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "Mary-Ann will be in danger..." </span>Lea said softly, her eyes drooping some. They had already warned Mary-Ann of the dangers, but still, the videos made it seem as if perhaps there was more to be wary of than they had first told her.<br/><br/>Carlos shift, pulling Lea a bit on top of him, and Lea rested her head against him. She took in Carlos' sent with soft, soothing breaths. Silence enveloped them and Lea was starting to doze off, only for Carlos' voice to penetrate the air and softly jolt her from the slumber her body was trying to pull her to.<br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"Whoever kidnapped Renea must have gotten some information that she had been on the cemetery with you...the way to Renea's kidnappers leads through Ralph..." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"But how can we even hope to get near Ralph? You quit, Carlos--that was really the only way we'd have a chance to get close to him again..."</span>Lea reminded him, exhaling a shuddering breath.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"The only thing we might be able to do is track Ralph's previous steps...and maybe look through his home if it isn't surrounded by cameras and cops..."</span>Lea mumbled, her eyes drooping again.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"This is a mess..." </span>her voice trailed off some, a deep breath leaving her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"How are you so calm?" </span>she asked tiredly, briefly looking up at Carlos.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I can hardly keep my eyes open, and I'm still in full panic..."</span>