A/N: I've come to the decision that Fril (or Phank, or whatever you want to call him) hasn't gotten enough airtime to show off his evilness. So here we go: half a chapter of him (I know, weird that I have half of a chapter but doing a full chapter of him was tedious so I cut it down). Don't kill me yet, because then you won't get the next chapter and then you will miss out on a really good one…

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Big thanks to beta extraordinaire Shining Eclipse for editing my hastily put together work.

October 4th

Phil/Frank

Today was the day; the day I visited Forks.

I knew that I couldn't do anything important today or come into contact with the girl, but actually going to the town where she lived would be a big step towards my ultimate goal.

I had spent the past week reviewing details with my suppliers and current 'co-worker', Dave.

He was a professional in this business and although he explained to me before that he usually dealt with more important people than seventeen year old girls; he gave me some valuable hints and tips. I knew enough to successfully complete the task today, but what he knew was priceless.

We spent the best part of two nights exchanging past experiences and what we had accomplished. He had taken down two drug-lords and a few fraudulent millionaires, along with countless other jobs. My own work had been a bit more subtle and closer to home.

He also knew some good dealers in the area, some better than my current one. He supplied me with a car for the journey to and from Forks. I received a beat-up Ford Mondeo to drive to Forks and a SUV to drive back. Using the same car would cause difficulties if I was pulled over by the police on my way there and back.

I had been attending work regularly for the past few weeks. A trained monkey could do my job. All I had to do was show up, sit at a desk, tell my dumb co-workers that their work 'is great' or 'could use some improvement here', and then come home. I spent more time at lunch than I did actually doing activities that used more than seven brain cells.

I had been gaining a good reputation here as well. I had been promoted in work within a month, my neighbors invited me to their weekly dinner parties, and even my boss asked me to accompany him on a business trip to Vegas.

All of this was perfect; what police officer would arrest a man who had a good recommendation at work and in his apartment building, for 'abuse and murder'? My image had changed slightly and I was careful to leave no DNA traces so they couldn't charge me on that. The only way I could be charged is if the girl spotted me.

I had changed. My hair color was different now; I tried shaving my head but I looked too… rough, without hair. I had minor plastic surgery on my face to minimize my large nose. I tried wearing colored contacts but they disrupted my vision, so I gave up on them early on. I had gained a couple of pounds to get rid of my slightly athletic body; no-one would believe I was a baseball player with my flabby stomach.

Unfortunately the girl would still recognize me. Avoiding her until the time was right was the key to my task.

I woke up early to go to Forks. The drive was a couple of hours and I wanted to stop off at a couple of towns along the way so my engine would not give away the fact I started my journey in Seattle.

I was halfway to Forks by eight in the morning. The forests flashed past on either side of the road. I had the radio set to some awful eighties station that kept pumping bad rock songs through the crap speakers on the dashboard and doors. I stopped off at a gas station outside of Port Angeles to fill up again and get something to eat.

The station was almost empty at this hour in the morning; most people were asleep or just getting up. A middle-aged woman stared at me while I swiped my card and stuck the nozzle into the tank. I ignored her.

Walking into the small store at the gas station, I was assaulted by the stench of badly cooked chicken, cleaning fluids and body odor. I quickly browsed the selection of chips, bottled drinks and sandwiches before going up to pay for my purchases. The guy behind the register was young, probably in high school or just starting college. He looked as if he was here for the paycheck, not to work.

"That's five bucks in total," the teen droned, tapping his fingers against the counter. I handed him the bills and grabbed my stuff.

I sat in the car and ate the food. I had stopped at the edge of a forest where picnic benches had been placed for people going on trips through the woods. I still had a thirty minute drive to finish so I had to eat quickly.

I had debated entering from the other side of Forks, looping around so as it looked at though I was coming from the opposite direction. I wanted to check out La Push anyway while I was here today; I might be able to lay low there for a couple of days if needed.

Planning was much harder than actually executing the mission. Once there, every carefully thought out move fell perfectly into place and it seemed as though spending too much time analyzing every angle was unnecessary.

I had spent weeks planning today and out of that amount of time, only a couple of hours would have been useful. My schedule was burned in my mind: enter the town, visit the local stores an business, check out the school, and check out the homes of all of profiles.

Recently I had received quite a few profiles. I had information on the girl's old friends, her current classmates, her teachers and even the local doctors. I could recite birthdates, addresses, heights and eye colors.

Confident that I had memorized all information correctly, I drove into Forks and kept my attention focused on appearing inconspicuous and noting anyone who noticed me.

The generic 'Welcome To…' sign flashed by as I entered the boundaries of the small town. Quickly I turned onto one street and was heading for my first stop; the school.

So far, no-one had paid much attention to me. My car blended in well, as planned. I had passed one of the three stoplights in the town and impatiently waited the six minutes for the red light to switch to green. Stopping or delaying was not permitted; it gave me less time to get away and more time to be noticed.

The school was void of people. We had known that nobody came anywhere near the school on a Saturday between seven in the morning and two in the afternoon. A dance class was held at half two and janitors entered at six in the evening. Security cameras held lots of valuable information and they were surprisingly easy to access.

My mind flicked through all information and pictures I had encountered and quickly matched them to the building itself. Here was where all students entered and exited. Here was the cafeteria where all students gathered for lunch between twelve and one in the afternoon…

Twenty minutes was all that was needed. I was already ahead of schedule. I pulled out of my hiding spot in between a group of trees and quickly made my way down the street to the area where all of the local stores and business were located. I only needed to look at the local diner and the small supermarket. Nothing else was important because the girl would not be connected to them in anyway.

Unfortunately the diner was crowded, although this did help me a bit. I was easily able to slip in and order something to eat while being ignored by the groups of students and adults. I matched one arrogant high school student to the profile of Michael 'Mike' Newton, a classmate of the girl's.

At the end of the incredibly boring lunch, I left the diner and headed into the supermarket across the road. It was the opposite of the diner, virtually empty. I silently cursed at this piece of bad luck.

The cashier noted my arrival and stared as I walked down the first couple of aisles. I grabbed a few items and feigned an interest in a display of cleaning products.

I felt the stares of the cashier and another person behind me. The guy was in his early forties and was half hidden by a line of shelves. He shifted out from his place and walked up to my side. My eyes darted hastily over his appearance and I immediately knew who he was: Charlie Swan.

"Excuse me, do you happen to own that Ford that's parked outside?"

I kept my expression under control. He was observing me just as I was observing him. I nodded and smiled. "Is there something wrong?"

He gave me a small smile. "Unfortunately we've had a tip off that a car similar to yours has been stolen. I just need to see some ID to confirm your ownership."

"Of course." I pulled out my current driver's license. I had already made sure that the car was registered in my name so none of this would happen. I would have to complain to whoever changed the information; they done a very sloppy job.

This was not what I had hoped to happen. Although getting this close to Charlie Swan was a good opportunity, being questioned in relation to a stolen car was not on my schedule. No doubt Charlie Swan would be scrutinizing my every move until I left Forks now.

He looked through my license and took down some of the details. He nodded again and moved to go. I backed away to let him pass but ended up colliding with him.

"Sorry," he muttered.

I walked away and went up to the cashier, stopping when I heard someone call after me.

"Hey! You dropped these," Charlie came running up and handed me my keys.

"Thanks." I turned to hand over my items as he left the store.

"That's ten sixty-five," the cashier told me. I reached in to grab my wallet. Strangely my back pocket was empty; I must have put it into my jacket in the diner. That was empty too. I glanced back to where I had just been standing in the aisle behind me. That was empty too.

Fear and anger washed through me. Not only had I just been asked about a stolen car by Charlie Swan, he must have taken my dropped wallet too.

The one with an old ID card claiming my name was Phil Dwyer.

Charlie Swan

The man that I had just questioned looked vaguely familiar. I couldn't place him. Surely I had met this Frank before? Maybe I saw a glimpse of him at an old high school reunion?

I gave him back his keys and headed back out to the exit. I spotted something on the floor of the aisle we had just been standing in; my wallet. I grabbed it and went out to my cruiser, anxious to get back home. I had the day off and wanted to see if Harry was up for some late afternoon fishing when he was done with Seth's game.

I arrived home within minutes; traffic was light today. The message light was blinking on the phone. Harry had called and said that he was going to a celebratory dinner since Seth's team won the semi-finals.

Sighing, I settled into another afternoon alone. I should really consider getting a dog since Bella spends most of her time either at Edward's house or with Edward.

A game captured my attention for an hour. Once the Gators had trashed the other team, I went to order some pizza. Grabbing my wallet from my jacket, I pulled out the notes and left them on the table for when the delivery guy came.

I realized that I had put the wallet I had picked off the ground in my back pocket earlier. I didn't have my jacket on in the store.

I reached behind and grabbed it.

It looked similar to my own wallet. I opened it up to see if Frank had a contact number in here so I could return it.

There was a bundle of notes in the wallet, easily a few hundred. No credit cards at all. Coins jingled as I rooted through for the ID card stuffed in the back.

I pulled out the small piece of plastic and looked at it.

The picture showed a different man to Frank. They had similar face structures and the same eye color. I scanned though the information and had a small heart attack when I seen the name.

Phil Dwyer.

Once my breathing returned to normal and I was able to think somewhat rationally, I grabbed the phone. Ringing the station was a priority.

"Forks' Station."

"Mark. It's Charlie. I need you to listen carefully and call all of the stations in the area, especially downtown Seattle."

"Charlie. What's happened?"

I took a deep breath and began to explain what had happened today. I described the car and where I had met 'Frank'.

"I picked up his wallet thinking it was mine and went home. I just found an ID card that stated his name is Phil Dwyer. I need you to inform the stations that Phil Dwyer is now Frank and see if you can get some footage from the cameras in the store or from around town."

"Will do Charlie."

"Thanks Mark. Bye"

I heard the doorbell ring and jumped, only to realize it was the pizza. I paid the guy quickly and dumped the box on the table, reaching to get the phone again. It was quite late now but I had to know if they had arrived back yet.

"Hello?"

"Edward, its Charlie; I need to tell you something. Are you home yet?"

Muttering could be heard from the other end as well as loud snoring.

"We're ten minutes away from the house now. What's happened? Is everything alright?"

I could hear the engine in the background. Edward's voice sounded worried and I was a bit concerned over how he could take the news while driving. Hopefully he would be able to control himself or pull over.

"Listen. I'm after finding out that Phil is now going by the name of Frank. He was in Forks earlier."

Silence was all that could be heard from the other end now. At least I knew he hadn't crashed yet. Someone asked what was wrong in the background.

"I assume you don't want her to find out," Edward's voice was clipped, extreme fury and a protective edge in his tone. "I'll call you when we get back so you can tell me what happened."

"Okay. Bye"

I hung up and was suddenly extremely grateful towards Edward. At least I could count on him to put his own life on the line to keep Bella safe.

A/N: Another down and now I'm working on the next one.

I'm back to school now so updating will be harder considering that I usually write at one or two in the afternoon.

I know it's only half the length of a usual chapter but I want the next one to be extra long.