Yes to our knowledge, Molten, Washington is a fictional town.
Chapter 2
I try to keep the smile on my face despite my hurt feelings. Edward Cullen is six-foot-two, almost six-three. He's in great shape—perfect actually—especially for his age. At thirty-two-years old, he has the body of a twenty-two-year-old Navy Seal. I've worked on the same case as Edward before, so I know he's great at what he does. During the case, I thought we got along well. I thought, that I, at least, gained some of his respect, but I guess I was wrong.
"Yes Bella, is who you're getting. Now, tone it down a notch, Cullen. Bella, my door is always open, you can come to me for anything," Jasper says walking away, and I feel a little exposed.
"Hi," I say after a few minutes and Edward sighs.
"Hi, Isabella, sorry – it's not you. I just thought he'd give me someone that's not new to this, to the area or precinct."
"It's just Bella," I say as I try to remember if I had the guts to tell him to call me that, when we worked together before. "I am new to this, but I grew up here, so I know the area really well."
Edward just nods a little. "Follow me, Isabella." I go again to ask him to call me Bella, but he cuts me off. "Sorry, I don't do the nickname thing, and it would be better if I called you by your given name or last name."
I sigh a little but nod. "So, what is it you need me to do?" I ask as he rubs his face.
"I'll get you up to speed on what's going on," Edward says as he takes hold of my arm leading me to his office. Edward spends the next hour going through the info we have on a drug ring that seems to have set up camp in our town and high school.
"So you think this Bill Black is in charge?" I ask looking at the notes.
"No. Everything points to him, and then there is his son, Jacob or Jake as he prefers to be called," Edward says as he leans over me pointing at a young man around my age. "But, I have a feeling that there's someone else involved in this."
"Do you have any information on this new drug?" I ask a little worried about the fact someone selling what could be very dangerous drugs to teens.
"Yes, I got some information on it, but you'll need to read it in the car, let's go."
He hands me a file and picks up his jacket. As we walk out, he's a little in front of me. No matter how fast I seem to walk he keeps that distance.
We arrive at the car, and I'm barely in my seat with the door closed, when he takes off. I hold back my frown and just dive into reading the information he's given me.
"Okay, you'll need this," Edward says handing me another folder. "I have the full speech written out, and also some answers to question that may be asked. Try keeping to that, and don't ad-lib. I'll try and get someone back here to pick you back up at the end."
I frown at him and look out the car window to see that I'm at a high school. "This is what you want me to do?" I ask shakily.
"Yes," Edward says without looking at me.
"Okay," I say getting out. I close the door and don't look back at the car, but I hear it moving away. I walk into the school, give them my ID, and I'm led to the staff room, where I spend ten minutes getting to know the speech, so when I'm on the stage, I can make it sound like my own.
I'm grateful that after the speech about saying no to drugs is over, there aren't many questions. I'm sure it's because of the fact it's lunch time. There were a few kids that talked to me privately, and I left my number on the noticeboard before I walked out of the school. As soon as I was clear of the front of the school, I turn on my cell finding that Edward can't pick me up, but he'll send a patrol car. He informs me that he needs me back in the office right away. I arrive to find he has given me a desk right outside of his office door. On that desk is a mountain of paperwork that he wants me to look through and sort.
A/N: So she is in full uniform, dropped off at the school to do a speech and comes back to a full desk of paperwork ... I think Edward needs a secretary not a detective.