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[A/N] Thanks for the review love you left me on the last chapter. It's always great to know that you like what I'm doing with my fic.

Today's update is dedicated to LovaticFever and Jay aka Jordan

**27**

Bella turned off the engine of her car in front of the small shop. She had parked behind a shiny new Volvo with a license plate from Illinois and a big - Bear Down, Chicago Bears – bumper sticker on its left side. Tourists loved to come to Port Angeles. It was a cute place to visit, especially in the summer time.

This tourist looked a bit, like he had lost his way. The guy inside the Volvo had a city map spread out in front of him and was eying it though sun-glassed eyes.

Without paying further notice to the copper-haired man, Bella stepped out of the car and pulled out the envelope with the pearl-earring. You can do this, Swan. She told herself. On you go with your first undercover mission.

From the outside the shop looked a bit run-down. The paint on the name sign – Volturi Jewelry – was chipped off around the edge. One of the windows was broken and had been fixed by putting some cardboard into it instead.

For a moment, Bella wondered if she had gotten to the correct address. She checked it again in her phone just to make sure. Yes, this was the right place. It was probably a good sign that Volturi Jewelry had a shop in Port Angeles. Here she would hopefully get some information that would help her with her investigations for the Hale murder.

"Good Morning, Miss." The shop assistant greeted her politely. His eyes were the brightest blue color she had ever seen. They glared at her with suspicion while he continued rambling down some small talk. "Isn't it a lovely day today? It's perfect to do some shopping. Don't you think?"

Bella nodded her head and responded. "Yes, I think it is." She walked around in the shop, pretending to be interested in the silver and gold jewelry that was displayed behind dusty vitrines.

"Are you looking for anything in particular?" the man asked her, his voice having a bored tone in it. "Or did you just stop by to ask for directions?"

"No, I'm fine, thank you, Sir. Do you sell any pearls here as well?" Bella asked. "I'm looking for pearls, particularly fake pearls."

The man coughed. "Volturi Jewelry doesn't sell any fake pearls anymore. We only deal with certified Freshwater pearls."

"Too bad," Bella murmured. "I've been told you'd sell some very authentic replicas here."

He coughed again and pulled out a tissue to wipe it nervously over his forehead and nose. "Maybe someone has told you wrong."

Bella rolled her eyes. She pulled the envelope with the earring out and placed the little pearl-earring on the man's counter. "Isn't this here one of yours?"

The shop assistant got another coughing fit. Then he took the pearl-earring and held it up against the light. For a couple of moments he hummed and clicked his tongue while he examined the earring carefully with a magnifier.

"You're right, Miss..?"

"Dwyer," Bella told him, using her mother's new name instead of her real one. "My name is Marie Dwyer."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Dwyer." The man purred overly sweet. He lifted the earring up again and twisted the pearl around for a last time before he handed it back to Bella. "This is an old model. We haven't made those in a very long time."

"It belonged to a former friend." Bella told him. "We have lost contact over a stupid fight and I would like to get things right between us."

The shop assistant eyed Bella with an icy stare. "Volturi Jewelry takes pride in its discretion. I hope you understand that it's impossible to give out another clients address to you."

Bella sighed. "Of course, I understand. I understand completely. Have a good day."

"You too, Miss Dwyer." He told her, reaching for the phone standing next to him. As soon as the door closed behind Bella, he picked it up. His fingers were trembling while he dialed.

"Renata, is Mr. Volturi in?" he breathed into the phone when someone picked up. "I need to speak to him."

"Who is I?" the secretary asked. "Mr. Volturi is in an important business meeting right now."

"My name is Demitrios. I run the shop down in Port Angeles. Can I speak to Mr. Volturi?"

"Mr. Demitrios, like I told you. He's in a meeting."

The man snapped harshly. "Tell him it's about the fake pearls."

Renata snarled and put Demitrios into the waiting loop. The sound of classic piano music didn't help to calm his nerves.

"Aro Volturi."

"Mr. Volturi, this is Demitrios from the shop in Port Angeles. I've been instructed to instantly contact you, if someone would ask for fake pearls again."

Demitrios could hear his boss making a creepy hiss sound, close to a snake getting ready to attack its prey. "Was it that weirdo King again? God, I hate that man, even when he brings in some regular cash."

"No, it wasn't him. Actually, he hasn't been here in almost a year now."

"A new client then? New money, that's always good."

"Mr. Volturi, it wasn't a man. It was a woman, a young pretty thing with long brown hair."

"A woman? Well, that's something new. Did she order something?"

"No, she hasn't. Most don't order right away. They want to be sure not to be lead into a trap."

Mr. Volturi hissed again. "Disgusting pervs…anyway, keep in touch with me should that woman contact the shop again. Good bye."

"Good bye, Mr. Volturi." Mr. Demitrios murmured but his boss had already hung up again.

xxxx

Bella had never considered herself, a very adventurous person, when it came to sex. Yes, sure it was quite pleasant but she had no problem to go without it for several weeks. Over the years, she and her ex had fallen into a boring routine that hadn't truly satisfied either one of them.

Now, of course everything was different. Bella was deeply in love with Rosalie. She couldn't even put a name to all the things she was dying to try with her. The thought made Bella's skin prickle with excitement.

Quickly, she checked the area around her before she stepped inside the shop at the corner of the street. Never in her life would she have dared to enter a sex-store before. Forks didn't have one and back in Seattle, the opportunity to visit one hadn't presented itself.

You're just going to look, Bella reminded herself. You don't have to buy anything.

The first thing she saw after she had pushed a thick black plastic curtain out of the way behind the door was a gigantic shelf with porn movies.

Disgusting, Bella thought wrinkling her nose a bit. If sperm actually would taste this great, they would sell spunk-flavored bubblegum.

"Can I show anything to you?" someone asked Bella from behind. When she turned around, her mouth fell open. The woman was dressed in a black latex corset that pressed up her boobs almost to her chin. Her lips were tinted in a dark burgundy color. The glasses though, those white-framed, nerdy librarian glasses were exactly the same ones.

"Angela Weber?" Bella asked, barely able to believe her eyes. "Miss Weber is that you?"

The tall woman blushed furiously. "Oh my God, this is so embarrassing. I didn't know someone from Forks would come here to shop."

Angela cleared her throat. Her face went from a bright pink to a very pale color. "Please don't tell anyone. The school would fire me, if they knew."

"Why are you working in a sex-shop?"

"Well, I have tons of student loans to pay back. My parents can't support me and so a second job was inevitable. I've worked in adult shops before. It's good money and I don't mind looking at plastic dildos on a few afternoons a week."

Bella nodded her head. "Your secret is safe with me. There's no need to worry."

"Oh thank you! Thank you, Deputy Swan. I'd be screwed if someone would find out."

"Please, call me Bella. I won't tell on you, if you promise to do the same for me in return."

Angela nodded her head eagerly. "Let me guess. This is your first visit to a sex shop, isn't it?"

Now it was Bella's time to blush. "I was just curious. My girlfriend and I…we haven't been together for long and I—"

"You thought that maybe you could find some inspiration here, didn't you? Let me show you a couple of things."

With the patience of a true angel Angela explained several toys to clueless Bella. There were mini vibrators, butterfly vibrators, G-spot vibrators and so on. Eventually, because she felt kind of obligated to buy something, Bella decided on something Angela had presented to her as a so called double dildo and some pink-colored vibe with the innocent name Bunny Vibe written on its box.

"You'll get twenty percent discount." Angela told Bella. "Isn't that great? Oh and here's some free testers for lube too, should you need any of it."

"Thank you." Bella murmured while she handed her credit card to Angela.

"You're welcome." Angela responded. "And let me know, if you ever feel like company, apart from your girlfriend. I still don't know anyone down in Forks and I miss some girl time."

Bella walked out of the shop, carrying the plain looking grey plastic bag in her left hand. She went back to her car, noticing that a Volvo had parked in so close behind her that she would have problems to get out of the parking space.

"Stupid shiny Volvo owner," Bella hissed, climbing into the driver's seat of her own car. She managed to get out of the parking lot without leaving a scratch on the tourist's car.

The Volvo though, like some kind of magnet followed Bella throughout the rest of her afternoon. It parked in front of her when she stopped at a pet shop and purchased a scratching post and a litter box for Resha's kitten.

It stood across the street when Bella treated herself to a strawberry-frosted donut and some ice-tea for a break. When she eventually made her way back home to Forks and had to stop for gas, the Volvo ended up behind her in the line.

This is getting weird, Bella thought, stepping out of her car to slice her card. The Volvo guy still had his sun-glasses on although it was already beginning to get dark now. His hair was pretty reddish-brown color but so messy as if it hadn't seen a brush or hairdresser in months. He climbed awkwardly slow out of his car and pretended to rub some invisible dirt from his windshield.

"Is there a problem?" Bella snapped at him. She hated creepy stalkers more than anything. They had discussed cases like this at the police academy. The best way to get off such a fucker was to show him, you weren't intimidated. "You've been following me around for two hours now."

He shrugged back and raised his hands in a defensive gesture. "I'm not following you, Miss."

"Yes, sure," Bella responded. "You just happen to show up everywhere I go."

"Miss, I think you're making things up. Are you a bit hysterical?"

Bella crossed her arms in front of her chest. "What I am is none of your shitty business. Just do me a favor and follow me home. I'd like to arrest your creepy ass myself."

"Arrest me?" he asked, pushing his sun-glasses up into his tangled hair. "You're a cop?" he smirked, one side of his mouth curling up a bit higher than the other.

Bella felt tempted to punch him into his grinning face. Maybe that would teach this moron a lesson.

He fumbled around in the pockets of his leather jacket. Then, he pulled out a golden badge and held it up to Bella. "FBI, my name is Agent Masen. I think you and I should have a nice long talk with each other."