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Chapter 16

Alice's POV

We're back in Rosalie's room, and I'm still bewildered. This is a huge mess. It's not the way I'd planned it.

Mary-Alice Brandon. Think.

Rosalie looks exactly like an appliqué to Emmett's sleeve, hanging on his arm. And ooh, the guy is huge. Too huge, if you ask me. But then, who's asking poor Alice? Who am I to have an opinion that matters?

Mary-Alice Brandon, stop it.

Alright, alright, let's see…

Where did this Edward punk come from? Why is he here? He should have stayed in his god forsaken miserable excuse of a town and never followed! Urgh, I hate them messing with my business. Time for a few phone calls, me thinks.

Oookay, Mr. Crowley, your turn.

"You coming, Alice?" Ah, Rosalie. They want to feed, she and that bear. Well, go stuff yourselves, you animals; I have much more important things to do.

"Not coming, Rosie, my stomach is in knots. I just can't eat after what we saw. Poor Jazzy-Boy is in pain out there. I can't go eat right now. You two should go, though, and I'll stay and wait for my intestines to calm down. Go."

"You poor thing."

Yeah, Rosalie is sympathetic. That cow.

"I've told you more than once, Allie. Don't waste your time after my brother." A sigh rolls from Rosalie's lips. "Nah… You won't listen. Never mind. We're out."

The two step out, finally. The hell with you, pigeons. I really need to be alone.

Time for those phone calls.

"Tyler Crowley speaking."

"I know it's you, schmuck, that's what mobiles are made for. You didn't open your mouth to anyone, did you?"

"No, Miss Brandon. I swear."

"Have the police asked you any questions?"

"Just the normal ones, Miss Brandon, and I explained what you told me. They can't prove anything."

"Where's the vehicle right now, Tyler? Did you get rid of it?"

"Yes, Miss Brandon, it's sunk deep in the ocean near La Push First Beach. No one will ever find it."

"Right, you're doing a great job, Tyler. Never forget that your baby Angela will never look like her angelic self if you let me down. Don't betray me, Tyler Crowley. Is that understood?"

"Yes, it is, Miss Brandon. It certainly is."

"And… forget my name, Tyler. Can you hear me?"

"Yes, Miss B-b… Ma'am. I can hear you. We've never met."

"Good boy."

I end the call. So far, so good. Everything is under control. Now, Jane.

"Hi, Jane. Wanted to hear your voice, hun."

"How are you doing, sweetie?"

She's trying to sound nice, but her voice is sleazy, actually. I don't like the bitch at all, yet, I have to be kind to her, because she could be useful. I'm in fact planning on utilizing her abilities again in the next few days, so we're friends. "I'm fine, Janie. I miss you. Is everything alright?"

"It's fine, sweets. No one has asked questions."

"They never paid attention, did they? Maybe they never noticed you tried to shove those pills? Can you imagine?" I giggle. She giggles, too.

"Will you come back to Forks, Alice?"

Oh yes, I plan on going back to Forks. In the foreseeable future.

Things usually happen the way I see them. I'll put an end to Jasper's glorious days. I can see it. It'll happen there, in Forks.

"Wait for me, Janie. I'll be back, soon. We have things to do, you and I."

"Oh hun, I'm waiting. "

"You'll have to decide, hun, whether or not to interfere with that hell hole's population's lives again."

"Decisions, decisions…" I hear her snigger. "What the hell, I hate the population, for fuck's sake." Now she's laughing full heartedly. "I'll interfere with immense pleasure, sis."

"Bless you, Janie. See you soon."

"See you, sweets."

Now, time to call the last name on my list; Riley.

"Hello, Mr. Biers."

"Who's there?"

Well, he has a nice voice. Shame he's not into women. What a loss. I sigh into the speaker.

"Are you a stalker, you bitch? What's with that heavy breathing? Are you a psychopath or something? Leave me alone!" He's yelling at me, the poor boy.

"Whoa, Mr. Biers. On the contrary, I want to be a friend of yours. Don't hang up. I have something to tell you about your new acquaintance, Jasper."

I sense his hesitation; maybe Jasper's name means nothing to him? But he doesn't hang up, so, well, maybe he's interested. I hear a grunt, and then, he speaks.

"Who's Jasper?"

Bingo!

"The one who fucked you a couple of days ago? What if I tell you his whereabouts?"

"Why would I be interested?" Another grunt, and he breathes heavily at the other end of the line. Oh, yes, you want to know about him, Mr. Biers. I can feel it.

"I don't know, Mr. Biers. You tell me. Did a hot looking, long haired, blonde man fuck you senseless two days ago, in Port Angeles, and leave you without a single way to contact him?"

The heavy breathing increases in volume; maybe the guy is suffocating. I don't know. It takes him a few moments to regain his composure.

"Okay. I'm interested."

I tell him the address of our motel in Seattle.