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The night was quiet and chilly. A big silver moon shone in the inky black sky, surrounded by twinkling dots called stars. Isabella Swan walked out of her Private Eye office and to a nearby coffee shop. She was going to meet her partner Jacob Black over a murder case. Over the past several weeks random murders had been happening. There wasn't a pattern or a specific age group that this was happening to. It just seemed that the killer would kill whenever he felt like it. Police had ruled out the killer being female for reasons unknown. His personality seemed to be very gentlemanly and attractive because the victims hadn't put up much of a fight. They weren't under the influence of drugs, though some of them were obviously intoxicated.
Many of the victims' throats had been broken and drained of blood. Though there was not a lot of blood on the crime scene long deep gashes were found on the broken necks. It was a gruesome sight and Isabella had seen some sick things before, but this took the cake.
Inside, not many people were there. A man in a black jacket sat at the counter sipping some coffee and jotting things down on some paper. A couple sat at the far edge talking as if to a baby. She noticed her partner at a booth staring out the window into the dark streets. He looked up when she entered and smiled. His white teeth stood out against his dark skin and he took off his hat. Isabella sat down and thought she saw the man at the counter turn his head just a little bit. I t was probably just the light.
"So," Her partner Jacob Black began. "You talked to the deceased's family. Well, his wife anyway."
"Yes. She was upset and I made it all very short. I could tell she needed to get home quickly. No doubt because of her kids."
"Hmmm. Poor woman; all alone with no one but those two angels. I don't know how she's going to do it."
"I believe she had some family in Chicago."
"Oh. Anyway, do you have any idea what's going on with this killer?"
"No. I talked to some guys at some local bars who said they might have seen him. They never even got a look at his face, but they said his skin was pretty white. But, they were probably all drunk so I don't know how reliable the source is." Jacob just nodded his head and stared out the window again. "Hey Black. You got somewhere to be or somethin'? We can do this another time. Isabella was very agitated and the "quick" conversation she had had with John Wilkes's wife had been tiring.
"Sorry, Bells. I'm just tired. I'm getting to old for this."
"Yeah, of course you are Jake. Look, go home to your lady friend," She smiled, "And get some sleep or whatever. We've got tomorrow."
"Who says we have tomorrow?"
"I do. Now go." Jacob smiled at her and reached for his wallet. "I got it."
"Bella, no. I have my pride." Bella just sat back and let Jacob pay his bill to the waitress. "See you tomorrow partner."
"If you can focus long enough you will." Jacob laughed as he walked out of the shop and the shadows seemed to swallow him whole. She sighed and got up from the booth and went to sit next to the man at the counter. This time she knew he looked at her. She saw him out of the corner of her eye. Ignoring him Isabella Swan ordered a small espresso to go. While she waited, Miss. Swan could feel this stranger's gaze on her face almost physically. Could this be the killer? She glanced at his hands which were pasty white. Hmm.
Finally, Bella turned to him and smiled.
"Hello," She said politely. The man nodded slightly.
"Hi. I couldn't help but overhearing you and your partner talking. You are a detective?" Isabella smiled and laughed.
"What? No introduction? I'm insulted."
"Sorry. My name is Edward."
"Well, you already know my name, or rather my preferred nickname. Though I'll tell you it anyway. Mine is Isabella."
"No last name?"
"You didn't give me yours."
"Fair enough." The two sat in silence for a solid two minutes when Bella's coffee showed up.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you?" Edward grunted. He hadn't realized that Miss. Swan had written her number down when he wasn't looking. He'd find out sooner or later.
As Isabella walked out of the shop she didn't realize she was being watched and that tomorrow was never promised.
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