A/N: Thanks Sherry x x

Chapter 11

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I paced back and forth beside the body, pulling at my hair. I had no idea how I was going to get rid of the body or get rid of the trail that led to me. As much as I hated to admit it, I was out of my depth and needed help.

Edward was going to kill me if he found out. I just hoped Barbie would help me and keep his mouth shut. I knew it was asking for a lot, but he was the only person I could turn to. Surely he could do me this one favor?

I pulled out my cell and hit his number. He answered after a few rings.

"I need your help."

"Is everything okay?"

"No."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Barbie?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't tell him."

He never answered, and he never asked me where I was, which evidently meant Edward had me bugged. I wondered if it was in the car or in my phone. One thing was for sure. I was getting rid of the tracker, after this.

Barbie showed up twenty minutes later. I was so relieved to see him. That was until Edward stepped out the back of the car. Why the fuck had he told him? Could no one be trusted?

Edward looked pissed and I knew the dead body behind the bushes was only going to make him angrier. I turned and started hurrying away from the both of them. I didn't care where I was going. I just wasn't sticking around for this.

I didn't get far before Edward grabbed my arm. Stupid fucking heels.

"Where are you running off to?"

"I … uh … I have an appointment."

"Yeah, so I heard."

I flinched. Esme and Alice must have spoken to him.

"Boss?" Barbie called out from behind the bushes.

Shit.

Edward tightened his hold on my arm and practically dragged me over to Barbie. Steam came out his ears as he looked down at Dick. "Who's the stiff?" he asked. I could tell he was struggling not to lose his shit.

"An old high school friend," I shrugged.

Edward shook me and glared at me at the same time.

"My lover?"

By the look on his face, I guessed he wasn't going to accept that answer either.

I sighed. "Okay, he's a P.I."

Edward never said another word to me. "Get this taken care of," he hissed to Barbie, and then hauled my ass to the car. He placed me inside and put my seat belt on, in silence that was that eerie that I was terrified.

I sat there quiet, just waiting for him to explode.

He had every right to be angry. I had put his child at risk, but he had to admit, this had to mean that Emmett was alive and someone didn't want him found.