Chapter 10
"It's useless, Jess. The trail's dead, and they're not talking," said yet another hunk of meat crony.
Jessica scowled from the rocking chair in the Newtons' living room. "I'm tired of looking like an idiot because of Bella and Mike and that... Indian Werewolf Kid, whatever his name is. Use an unforgivable if you have to."
"They can track the use of those," complained the crony. "Do you want to give us away?"
"Trust me, Bob, no one in the governmet will care if they register a stray curse in Forks. And if those three get away again, especially if they're on to bigger things than mere vamp hunting in Seattle like we suspect, you'll be the one on the bad end of an unforgivable."
He seemed hesistant. She snorted. It was always poor Jess who had to get things done. First it was Forks High Student Council. Now it's the International Dark Alliance. She approached Mrs. Newton, who was tied up in the formerly pristine kitchen as they ramsacked her house in search of clues as to her son's location. "Hi, Mrs. N. You know, I found those prom photos you posted on Facebook super unflattering."
"What is it? What do you want? I'll untag them!"
"Well, without giving away too much, I would like a gold star from my superiors, personal revenge, and the opportunity to personally kill your son. Mind telling me where he ran off to?"
Mrs. Newton did not dignify this with a response.
"Or you can make this difficult for yourself. Crucio!"
Bob refused to look and instead sat in the trashed living room in the one chair that was still standing. He tried to ignore the whimpers from the kitchen. For a volunteer with a flair for the dark arts, he had litte stomach for the unforgivable curses. He did not want to admit he'd never been able to successfully crucio someone. Ten minutes later, Jess retreated from the kitchen.
"She's not talking," Jessica sighed. "But it's okay. Mr. N. won't be coming home any time soon. We have all night."