I made sure my steps were silent as I got closer to the door.
The lights were off, making it even harder for me to see where I was going.
I wrapped my hand around the cool metal of the doorknob, praying that it would open silently.
I never got a chance to find out.
A wide palm suddenly covered my mouth, my feet were kicked out from under me and then I was slammed face down on the ground.
I struggled against the weight on my back, but then a familiar voice hissed in my ear.
"Knock it da fuck off, ya idjit."
As I stopped moving, the weight was lifted and the hand removed from my mouth.
I turned over and met Jazz's eyes, noticing that Em and Carlisle were standing behind him.
"How?" I whispered, but Jazz just extended his hand to me and shook his head.
"Ya don't wanna know," he chuckled quietly. "They have Bella in da back."
"I know. Why do you think I was heading in there?" I spat, gesturing toward the door and ignoring the two idiots making faces behind Jazz.
"Well dat door leads to da shitter. But I guess if you'd rather go in there…" he teased, making me want to rip his nuts off.
"This isn't a joke!" I growled.
"Oh I know. Why do you think we're here?" he said, his accent gone. "You're not the only ones with secrets, Edward."
Em reached into the waist of his low-slung shorts and waved his FBI badge at me.
Carlisle just shrugged and pulled a gun from behind his back.
Okay…I guess the Calvary had arrived.
A few of you had already guessed at that one!
So...Jazz and Em are Feds but Carlisle is just a good ol' fashion Alabama bad-ass along for the ride!
I can't tell you how OVERWHELMED I was at your reaction to my news yesterday. It was a ridiculously hard decision to make...but all of you understood. I doubt I will be back other than to do my donation and compilation pieces but you never know.
