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Chapter Fourteen:

Time

"Lisa?" Edward had shown up in the doorway within seconds of my discovery. So much for his staying out of our heads.

"She definitely didn't just go back to Muchalls."

Carlisle showed up in the doorway, scrutinizing the note as soon as I handed it to him. "What do you know?"

I combed my memory for any details. Of all of the things we had discussed, everything seemed irrelevant now. I came up blank. "Not much."

"You have nothing to work on?" Carlisle asked. The entire family was crowding around the entry to the small room now. I suddenly felt a little claustrophobic, with everyone watching me, maybe even criticizing me.

"Let me out of here," I choked out as I pushed my way out of the room and back into the hallway. I took a deep breath.

Think rationally. I tried to calm myself. I turned from the desperate faces surrounding me. Think rationally.

"Stewart was trying to tell me something, just before you told us that Molly had gone missing. If he thinks he knows where she is, then it probably had something to do with that. There's plenty I don't know about him."

"What about Yvonne?" Edward suggested. "She's still searching for him."

"You're suggesting that she's been kidnapped?" Despite the incredulity in Carlisle's voice, we could all see him mulling over the possibilities. Esme let out a sort of hopeless moan for the lost girl, and plopped in frustration on the stairs.

"So her ransom for Molly would be his release?" Jasper suggested. It was hard to think clearly with all of these paralyzing possibilities swirling through my head.

"A kidnapping…" Carlisle mulled over this for a moment, "another vampire has to be the only other reason for her disappearance. Either she left of her own free will, or she left unwillingly. Molly could get herself out of any other dangerous situation."

"But not away from another vampire?" I wondered aloud. A vampire feeding off human blood would be stronger than Molly, but Molly would be more levelheaded and rational.

"Yvonne isn't exactly a small woman," Carlisle said with a grimace, evidently uncomfortable with the observation.

"So we need places to look," Bella said, probably already formulating a plan.

This time, I had information to offer, however little or insignificant.

"Stewart said that they spent some time traveling throughout continental Europe, mostly in the interest of foreign flavors." My joke was weak, and of poor taste. I tried to think more locally. "Yvonne found him in Anstruther, though I doubt that's much help."

We all seemed to start pacing at the same time, in various directions, each deep in thought. I could imagine us all wearing down paths in the hallway, like in old cartoons. I needed to keep serious though. I'd made a bad decision recently that had both jeopardized lives and destroyed the confidence of my family. I wasn't about to let my ignorance be the cause of someone's downfall.

"She could be anywhere by now," Esme worried aloud from her seat on the stairs, leaning against the wall in thought. Alice was close to pounding the wall in aggravation at being unable to see anything yet.

"We should split up," Bella suggested, "and stick to Scotland for now. If Stewart knows where she is, and had hope to catch up, then we have reasonable hope she's only a few hours away. Less if we run."

"Unless Stewart just wanted a chance to get away," Josh sounded unusually cynical, finally joining the conversation. He and Molly were close, so this would hit him hard – I made a mental note to watch him. He was never one for self loathing, until last fall, and I didn't want him going down that path again. It certainly wasn't his fault that she was missing.

"And go where?" I had come to trust Stewart, and wanted to support him, but I could feel that twinge of irrationality. My brother didn't trust him, however, and he had a point.

Rosalie jumped in to change the subject. "Emmett and I will take the west coast, below the Clyde – we can use our house as a meeting place if necessary."

Edward and Bella decided to take his fastest car through the country roads and Highlands. Carlisle and Esme would search Glasgow and Edinburgh, and then move along the east coast towards the borders. That left the road up north to Josh and I; we'd stop in Anstruther and at home in Muchalls along the way.

There was a flurry of movement as we returned our respective lodgings to pick up handhelds and water-proof clothing. Josh, as righteous as he seemed, was far more comfortable with breaking speed limits than I was, and I willingly handed over the keys.

Still, each movement was too slow. I constantly battled the urge to jump out and run, knowing it to be completely impractical. Stewart was gone, and my sister was missing.

Time moved too quickly, even for vampires.

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