A/N So thankfully the holiday is over because I'm tired from our trip. Here's the latest chapter; I hope you enjoy. I must give thanks for all gun related info to Andy, who at least seems to know all in that area from my perspective. I still own nothing.

Chapter Thirteen

Nancy POV

As much as babysitting might sound terrible, I ended up enjoying the day for the most part. Of course, Edward ended up staying at home all day instead of going in to work, so there were plenty of spells during the day when he and Bella would escape to some remote part of the house. I didn't bother trying to find them because I knew they would both stay safely indoors and not go running off somewhere they shouldn't.

That left me with spending the day with Jacob. I might have been a bit apprehensive at first when it came down to spending all my time with someone I barely knew, but as the hours passes, I became more used to him and his personality. I could definitely see his outgoing personality affect me as the day went on. It was almost unthinkable to not smile or laugh at something he said.

Right after all of us had finished eating lunch together, Bella finally got up the nerve to call her dad. I could tell that she was nervous to talk with him since we had just found out that he hired someone to find her. I could just envision how well that conversation would go over. I left it up to her how much she revealed to her father about the case. Since he didn't live around here, no one really thought that it could do any harm to inform him of what we know. Bella, however, was still reluctant to explain to him about all of the trouble she was really in, which was something I could understand.

I looked on as a passive observer as Bella hesitantly dialed her father's number on the phone. Edward was standing by her side the entire time rubbing soothing circles on the small of her back.

"Hey dad," Bella said quietly into the phone when Charlie picked up.

I couldn't hear what Charlie was saying to Bella from my side, but I could imagine how worried he must have been over her whereabouts.

"I'm sorry dad," Bella spoke. "I didn't mean to make you worry."

I remembered that I still had a few reservations about Demetri and thought this would be a good time for us to find out a little bit more about him from Charlie. I found a notepad nearby with a pen next to it and began writing on it. I held it up for Bella to see after I finished writing the note, "Ask about Demetri."

"Hey dad, so how did you come to know Demetri?" Bella asked.

I watched as Bella frowned over her father's response. I was very interested to hear what Charlie was telling Bella over the phone. They continued talking about little things for a few more minutes before Bella finally said her goodbyes and hung up the phone.

"What did your dad say about Demetri?" I asked.

Bella frowned some more before answering, "Charlie doesn't even really know the guy. Demetri is apparently well-known for his detective skills, so Charlie called him up one day to hire him to find me."

"So he doesn't know anything about the guy?" I questioned surprised.

I had expected Charlie, of all people, to find out everything he could about a detective he was hiring to find his own daughter. The guy was a police chief after all.

"Nothing more than his name and where he works," Bella confirmed with a slight shake of her head.

"Well, I honestly expected to get a little more information than that," I replied.

"Surely, you don't think Demetri is a bad guy?" Edward asked.

"It's not that I think he's good or bad," I began. "I just think he's hiding something and I want to know what it is. For all I know, it could be something completely innocuous."

"So what are you planning to do now?" Jacob asked.

"There's not much I that can be done right now," I told him. "You and Bella really need to give statements to the police for the events that took place the night of the murder. Frank and I were going to head over to Felix's house after work to see if we can find any evidence."

"But we saw him kill Jane," Bella said.

"Even though you saw him commit the crime, it still helps to have some proof to back up your testimony," I told her.

It wasn't long after our conversation together that I ended up finding myself in the house without anything to do. Everyone else had retreated to other parts of the house leaving me alone in the living room. There was only so many times I could flip through all the channels on the television without finding anything worth watching.

I sighed as I looked up at the clock and realized that I still had another hour before Frank and Joe would be back from work. I stood up and decided that since it was a nice, although cloudy, day outside, I would take a little walk around the backyard that I had admired in the darkness last night.

As I made my way outside and began walking slowly around the grounds, I thought of another short conversation I had today with Officer Turner. I pondered his strange behaviour that he had over the phone when I talked to him.

I had originally called to see when Bella and Jake would be able to come into the station to provide their statements for the events that took place the night of the murder. When Officer Turner found out that it was me on the phone, he immediately tried to ask me out on a date again. I had to politely refuse him before telling him what I was really calling for. I had expected him to jump at the chance to get statements and want Bella and Jake to come in right away. Instead, he acted hesitant about them coming in and then claimed he had some pressing matters to attend to before hanging up on me.

I don't expect his work to revolve solely on this particular case, but it did make me wonder what required such urgency that he would push off getting statements from two people who witnessed the crime happen.

I took another turn around the grounds as I tried to relax and stop the questions that were running through my mind. Another leisurely stroll should allow enough time to pass that I could go back inside and not have to wait forever for the boys to get back.

The sky was growing darker and clouds were rolling in as I finished my final turn of the yard. I headed inside hoping that the boys would be back soon and I could finally get some investigating done. As I walked through the back door, I could hear Frank's voice coming from the kitchen. I headed for the kitchen to meet up with him. As soon as I entered the room, I saw Frank chatting with Edward while Joe was making a huge sandwich for himself.

Frank glanced over at my arrival and broke out into a wide grin. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"Whenever you are," I responded.

Frank ushered me out of the kitchen as Joe called a , "Be careful," out to us.

We were quickly in Frank's rental car as he drove us to the address I had found for Felix. It took about fifteen minutes to reach the house where Felix resides. Before getting out of the car, which Frank had parked several houses down, I took some time to scan the neighbourhood.

Felix occupied a home in a better kept neighbourhood than Jake. Instead of the homes that were in desperate need of repair, most of these houses looked fairly new with fresh coats of paint. The houses weren't overly large, but they were still homes that would require a person to have a fairly high paying job to occupy. That, in and of itself, made me wonder who Felix worked for. A typical security guard wouldn't make enough money to live in this kind of neighbourhood.

We got out of the car and quietly walked toward Felix's house when we saw that the neighbourhood was quiet and there wasn't a car in his driveway. We arrived at the front door and knocked. I didn't expect an answer, and there wasn't one.

"Anybody looking?" Frank asked quietly.

I glanced around again before replying, "It doesn't look like anybody's home in the entire neighbourhood."

Before I had even finished the sentence, Frank had his lock-picking set out and was working on the lock. The door swung open within seconds and we ventured in cautiously.

The front door opened up into a small foyer. I closed the door behind us and we split up to cover the entire house quicker. Even though Felix wasn't home right now, we couldn't be sure as to how long he might be away.

I watched as Frank went up the stairs that led to the second floor and most likely the bedroom. I walked straight ahead and found the kitchen. Everything was spotless in here. I would have thought that he never used the kitchen except I got curious and opened up the fridge to see what was in there. His fridge was fully stocked with all sorts of fruits, vegetables, and meats that would be used to make some truly wonderful meals. It also looked like he spent extra money buying only organic and hormone-free food.

I closed the door to the fridge and wondered into the next room. It was clearly a formal dining room with an expensive wooden table that would seat up to eight people. There really wasn't anything of interest in this room, so I continued on.

I found the living room next. It was equipped with a very large television mounted on the wall. There was also an expensive stereo system and hundreds of movies. Once again, all of the furniture was plush and everything was well decorated. I definitely wondered where the money was coming from to be able to afford all of this.

I arrived back in the foyer and started to go upstairs to check on Frank when I noticed another door off to the side that I hadn't been in. I thought it might be a bathroom or office, so I decided to take a peak inside.

I opened the door and my eyes widened in surprise. I was standing in the man's office, but that wasn't what surprised me. It was the fact that an entire wall of his office was dedicated to a massive gun collection.

"Frank, can you come in here?" I called.

I heard footsteps on the stairs as Frank descended. I turned my head as he entered the room and stopped in his tracks.

"Wow," was all Frank uttered.

"Do you think one of these could be the murder weapon?" I asked as I stepped closer to the display.

"I think we all know the answer to that question Miss Drew," another voice spoke.

Frank and I turned quickly to see Felix standing before us holding a gun that was aimed quite steadily at us.

"Why don't you tell us which gun you used and how you killed Jane?" Frank asked taking a small step forward and shifting a little to his left to stand in front of me.

"I used the H and K USP Elite .45 ACP, and I would suggest you not move any more Mr. Hardy," Felix said calmly. "I know what you're trying to do and it won't work with me."

I looked around the room trying to find a weapon that could be used against Felix or at least a swift exit from the room. The only problem was that all the guns behind me were most likely unloaded. Even if they did have rounds in them, there was no way I'd be able to grab one and shoot Felix before he got at least one shot off. I wouldn't risk Frank's life like that.

The exit was going to be a problem too. The only doorway out was behind Felix. There was a large window that overlooked the street outside, but I doubt we could go crashing through the window without having some injuries. There again, we can't exactly outrun a bullet. I sighed as I realized our situation was not looking good.

"So you want to know how I killed Jane," Felix mused.

"Well, actually we already know how you killed Jane," Frank said. "There were a couple of witnesses, after all."

"I'm far more interested in who you're working for and why they wanted her dead in the first place," I said.

Felix sent us a silent stare and didn't say anything, not that I expected him to.

"You know the police are going to arrest you for the murder," Frank pointed out.

"No they won't," Felix responded.

"Why do you think you aren't going to be locked up when we all know you were the one who committed the crime?" I asked.

"Because I'll be out of the country by then," Felix said with his jaw clenched. "My boss has already arranged everything for me."

"How can you be so sure that he won't let you take the fall?" I continued to prod.

"Dr. V...," Felix began before several things happened at once.

The glass in the large window in the room shattered causing Frank to push me to the floor as he covered my body with his. Felix's eyes widened before I watched as a large blood stain seeped through his shirt. He stayed upright for a few seconds before staggering forward and landing on the floor in front of us.

Frank crept forward and checked his pulse. With a shake of his head, I knew that Felix was dead before he could reveal the identity of who he was working for.

"What now?" I asked as I crawled over to Frank.

"Let's get out of the house and call the police," Frank said.

"You think the gunman is still out there?" I asked.

"I don't know, but we should see if we can find any clues," Frank told me.

I crept over to the window to look out and see if there was anyone around that could have been the gunman. I coast seemed to be clear, but I knew that you can find rifles that allowed a person to be a mile away and still get a shot off.

After telling Frank that I couldn't see anyone, we both cautiously walked out of the house using a back door. Neither one of us wanted to end up being picked off by someone we couldn't even see coming. We came around to the front of the house without any incident.

"Should we split up to cover more area?" I asked.

Frank looked down at me with a frown, "No, I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you if you were by yourself. We're going to stay together."

Even under these conditions, I smiled up at Frank for his thoughtfulness. Thinking of how much he cared for me warmed my insides.

"The best possible shot would have to come from this direction," Frank said pointing toward the left.

I nodded in affirmation and we started down the street in that direction. I was continuously looking around for a potential suspect or even a glint of a scope on a rifle. It was a bit disconcerting that we were out in the open and this suspect could hit us at any time.

We rounded the corner of the nearest block without seeing anything. I think both of us knew that whoever shot Felix was probably long gone, but we still stuck to our usual habits of checking everything out.

I was just about to turn around and head back to the car when Frank stopped me. He walked a few more feet down the street and picked up what looked to be a man's wallet.

"What's that?" I asked.

Frank opened it up and let out a loud breath in surprise. "This wallet belongs to Demetri.