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The last chapter which was going to start Bella's questioning was pretty long so I broke it up into three chapters. Here is the second. I hope to have the third one up today as well. See ya soon!

Chapter 20 – Who's Charlie?

BPOV

I was relieved when Detective Cullen told me Esme could stay in the room during questioning. It made me feel better.

While we waited for Detective McCarty, I asked Esme how she found out I was in the hospital.

"If I didn't have any identification on me, how did you know I was here?"

Her face was tight.

"I was so worried about you when you didn't show up for dinner on Saturday night, and then you didn't show up at the bookstore on Sunday for work. I knew that wasn't like you at all. I called Edward and asked if he could help me look for you. I showed him your picture, remember the one we took of ourselves at the bookstore last week? Well, I showed it to him and he recognized you as the woman he brought to the hospital that night. It was a miracle. An absolute miracle."

I looked over at Detective Cullen. He was watching me silently.

"You found me that night?"

His gaze was fixed on me. "I did."

I opened my mouth to ask another question when he said,

"Why don't we wait until we get started. There will be plenty of time for all your questions, and I'll be happy to answer them."

I nodded my head, and we all looked over when there was a knock at the door, and a large man opened it slightly. He was as big as Jake, maybe bigger, with curly brown hair, and sparkling blue eyes. Two large dimples pitted his cheeks, as he threw a smile my way.

"May I come in?"

"Sure, come on in Em." Detective Cullen said.

When he walked into the room, he came over to Esme and kissed her on the cheek in greeting, and I noticed he had a file in his hand.

That must be my case file, this is so surreal.

He turned to me, and held out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Detective McCarty. It's nice to meet you Miss Swan."

I put out my left hand and awkwardly gave his a shake. "It's nice to meet you Detective." I said in a strained voice. "I've heard a lot about you."

He chuckled. "Well, that's either really good, or it's really bad, and knowing my partner, I'm sure it's really bad."

I smiled at him, and pulled the blankets up around me a bit.

Detective Cullen looked at me and said, "Ok, are we ready to get started?

I nodded my head, and Esme took my hand.

Detective Cullen pulled out his phone. "With your permission, we'd like to record this session Miss Swan. We don't need to have video, a voice recording will be fine. Is that alright with you?"

I nodded again.

He hit record on the phone and started speaking.

"Detective's Edward Cullen and Emmett McCarty, Chicago Police Department, Precinct 212, badge numbers 548920 and 653782. Victim statement of Miss Isabella Swan. Today is Wednesday October 20th and we are at University of Chicago Medical Center."

"Miss Swan, can you please state your full name."

I cleared my throat. "Isabella Marie Swan."

"Residence?"

"200 Beatrice Lane, Port Angeles Washington."

Shit, maybe he meant my address here in Chicago.

"Umm, while I'm here in Chicago, I'm staying at The Homewood Suite Apartments, at 624 Lincoln Highway."

He opened the case file Detective McCarty handed him, pulled off the pen clipped to the top, and started going through the pages. I saw there were some photos in there too. I looked over at Esme nervously, and she gave me a gentle smile and squeezed my hand.

Detective Cullen looked up from the file at me.

"Don't be nervous Miss Swan, we're just going to ask you some questions and you answer them the best you can. If you don't know something, or can't remember, that's fine. Just tell us, and we'll move on to the next one, Ok?"

I nodded my head, and he gave me a small smile.

"I'm going to have to ask you to verbalize your answers for the recording, ok?"

Crap, I was messing up already.

"It's ok" he said, leaning forward in the chair. "I know this is strange. You're doing fine."

I took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I understand."

He looked back down at the file.

"The night in question, Friday October Fifteenth, do you remember what you did that day?"

I tried to think back. It felt so long ago. I kind of remembered Thursday night, I think I made lemon chicken for dinner, or maybe that was Wednesday. I remembered watching Schitts Creek. I did my best to remember what I did Friday morning. I think I was scheduled to work at The Nook in the afternoon, but I didn't remember going there.

"I only remember Thursday night, or maybe it was Wednesday, I made dinner, and watched TV. I can't remember what I did on Friday. I think I was supposed to work at the bookstore, but I'm not sure."

He was writing down notes in the file and then looked up at me.

"Try to think back. Do you remember running any errands that day? Ummm, Maybe you had to go to the bank or the store,...or..." He cleared his throat, "or maybe you had to make another stop that day before work?"

I tried to think back again. I really tried to concentrate. Just then, two images popped into my brain and I looked up at him, my eyes a little wide.

"Did you remember something?"

I wasn't sure. I didn't have any idea where the images came from, and I couldn't even be sure if they were real or made up, let alone what day they may have been.

"Umm, I'm not sure, but I kind of remember Cindy waving at me."

"Cindy?"

"Yes, she's the Barista at Nonna's Cafe. I go there sometimes after work, before I walk to the train. I remember waiving goodbye to her and her waving back, but I can't be certain it was Friday."

"That's fine. We'll check out the schedule and see if she was working Friday, and if she remembers seeing you that night. Do you remember anything else?"

I wasn't sure. The second image that popped into my head seemed so strange. Why would I remember something so trivial? I was frowning, trying to decide if I should mention it.

"Miss Swan, if you remember anything else, however small, it may be helpful. Is there anything else you remember?"

"I remember buttons."

"Buttons? What kind of buttons? Like buttons on an ATM machine, or on a car radio, or something like that?"

I shook my head. "No, no, like buttons on clothes. Like a shirt, or a coat."

He continued to write in the file.

"Do you remember what they looked like? Color, size, anything?"

"No, not really. But I feel like they were on a coat. Yes, I'm almost positive they were on a coat, but I'm not sure how much that helps, that memory could have been from anything, at any time."

I was feeling frustrated that I couldn't remember anything, and he must have noticed, because he said,

"You're doing great Miss Swan, really, after everything you've been through, you're doing great."

He continued to go through the pages in the file, and without looking up he said,

"Does the name James Dolan mean anything to you?"

I didn't recognize the name. Maybe it was a customer from the store? Someone who lived in the apartment building with me? It wasn't ringing a bell at all.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't know that name."

"That's fine. How about Victoria Simpson?"

Same thing. No idea who that was either.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't know that name either."

"You're doing great Miss Swan, we're almost finished. Once we're done and I turn off the recording, you can ask me any question you'd like, ok?"

I nodded my head. He looked up from the file when he didn't hear me answer, and gave me a small smile.

Oh, crap, I needed to answer.

"Y..yes...ok. I understand."

He looked down again and flipped one of the pages, and continued writing. Without looking up, he said, "Just one last question and we're done, ok?"

I watched him write as I waited for him to ask me the question. Almost distractedly he said,

"Who's Charlie?"

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