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Special thanks to my wonderful Beta, lada_8, without whom, my grammar and mistakes would be glaringly obvious.
Chapter 3 - Conversations
It didn't take her long to drive back to the small hotel room that she had rented for two nights, though she hoped to only have to stay in it for one. She'd arrived there in the morning, only to drop her bags off, and then head into Forks.
As soon as she entered the room, she opened her cell and quickly hit the speed dial for the man who'd asked her to make this trip. Once the other end was answered, and the pleasantries were taken care of, she started in.
"I thought you said this was an emergency case," she practically growled into the phone, "one that required my expert skills for bringing her in."
She paced around the scuzzy little hole that passed for a hotel in Port Angeles. She was used to such higher standards than could possibly be offered in this small town. Her face showed very little of the distaste she felt on this whole situation as a whole, while listening to the other end of the conversation.
"I don't care what intel you had showing that she was recovering and becoming an increasing threat to your organization, Marcus. I've seen hundreds of broken people over the years and this is one of them." She sat on the edge of the bed.
"No, there was nothing but broken in her eyes. I was actually surprised to get any response out of her at all." She felt like growling again at the man on the other end of the phone, "I'm better than that. I gave her something to think about."
"Not everyone thinks like you do. I planted an idea, let it sink in."
This time she did snarl, "This is a very fragile case. We can't just pull her off the streets now, can we?? If you had been willing to wait a few more months, this would be an easy extraction. Now, I have to pull a lot of strings to get this to work."
Although she did not change the volume at which she spoke, the tone became harder. "Why, you fool? She is a senior in High School! If we waited until she graduated, we could at least have a simple cover story. As it stands now, I have to find a way for her to leave her home and come with me, a way that will not raise questions. You never bothered to disclose that her father was the Police Chief of that little town!"
"You didn't think it mattered?" She practically screamed before calming herself. "You want her taken because she is a loose end you cannot account for, and you want me to take her out of her father's care. Possibly bringing undue attention into both of our companies. That is something that neither of us wants, now is it, dear Marcus?"
She felt a smile caress her lips, "That is something you will have to wait and see. I have had my best man working on this for weeks. We have something planned that even dear Isabella will be happy to partake in."
There was a soft beep in her ear, "Now I must go, the call I have been waiting for has come." Not giving the man on the other line the chance to say something else, she switched to the other line.
"Hello, Isabella. I've been waiting for your call."