Erica was sitting on the couch sipping a glass of tonic water, reflecting on the quiet in her apartment now that Reggie and his family had moved across town to Bianca's pool house. She was going to miss mornings entertaining little Ayesha, and the easy conversation she shared with Camilla. She also knew Jackson was going to miss having his son around. The only good thing was that now she had more time to spend alone with her fiancée.

Jackson was working late with Jessie tonight, working hard to uncover more background information on JR's lawyer. Tad had actually gone out to New York trying to find them a witness or anything that could help them prove their suspicion.

Erica took another sip from her glass when she was disturbed by a knock on the door. Erica got up to find Krystal standing on her doorstep clutching a large brown envelope to her chest.

"We have mail." she said, turning the letter to show that their names were written boldly on the front. "It was delivered to the bistro."

"Come in." said Erica welcoming Krystal into her home, curious about the strange envelope.

"What is it?" Erica asked, taking a seat on the couch and motioning for Krystal to sit beside her.

"I thought I'd wait until we were together." said Krystal, ripping off the top of the envelope.

She pulled out a letter which she passed to Erica to read. Then she pulled out a second envelope and a memory stick and a folded up copy of the Inquirer.

"Dear Harridans…" read Erica, "It would seem my time has come after all. You have got your wish I am getting my comeuppance when all I wanted to do was my job. The law suit being carried on against me by your guilty ex-son-in-law and his leach of a lawyer is a joke but that is not why they are kicking me out. My boss has been putting more pressure on to publish those photographs I warned you about. He seems desperate to have those pictures to be published before the trial. I am going to keep my word. I am going to stop them ruining the lives of those poor innocent women and their kids… I'm not a monster. I won't be in post to keep them safe, so I am sending you everything I have. They can't publish if they don't have them… I also trust you will enjoy my resignation letter! Don't think too badly of me, I was only doing my job… Jim Wheen, Editor, The Inquirer."

While Erica read, Krystal had opened the second envelope. She pulled out a half dozen photographs but on the sight of the first image of her daughter and Bianca, she quickly pushed them back into the envelope.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed her cheeks reddening. "These really shouldn't be published!"

Erica looked over but Krystal pushed the pictures into the larger envelope with the memory stick.

"Are those what I think they are?"

"Yeah." said Krystal, still looking embarrassed. "We need to get these back to our girls, and hope that letter is telling the truth and that these are all they have."

"But why?" Erica asked. "Why push to have them published before the trial."

"He wouldn't..!" exclaimed Krystal suddenly.

"What?" asked Erica.

"JR wouldn't be thinking of introducing that video as evidence at the trial!"

Erica looked horrified, but something else was bothering her. She looked back down at the letter,

"And what did he mean 'I hope you like my resignation letter'?"

The only thing left in the envelope that they hadn't looked at was the newspaper. Krystal openned it up and gasped. The front page heading was 'THE TRUTH' and there was the image of JRs smiling face that had been used so often to publicise his side of the story, but on either side were the images that Krystal and Erica had shown the editor when they cornered him months ago, Marissa's bullet wound and Bianca after her beating. Below were the words. "This man should not be trusted to raise a child!'

"Oh boy!" said Krystal, noticing the date in the top corner. "This is a copy of tomorrows paper! It looks like our editor friend has decided to go out with a bang!"

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