"The bartender," I said, looking straight at my father, my anger starting to grow again.

"Yes, that's him," my father said. "What do you remember?"

"Not much," I said. "Well, that's not exactly true. It's not that I don't remember much, because I remember every fu- … um, every detail of that night. It's just that I didn't really interact with him, other than to get drinks from him. He and I never spoke."

"What about Cullen? Did he interact with him?" Charlie started to get red in the face again at the mention of Edward's name, and he would only refer to him by last name. It was like it was blasphemous or something to call him Edward.

"They seemed friendly," I said, thinking back to Jake and Edward at the bar. "But Edward," I swallowed hard, just saying his name out loud, and Charlie winced hearing it. "He was a very talkative person, very friendly. He talked to everyone, so him talking with Jake the way he did, well, it didn't seem out of place at all."

I thought about their parting words again, and something struck me. I hung my head down, rubbing a hand across my temples to ward off the oncoming headache. And I muttered a soft curse word, under my breath.

But Charlie caught it. He caught everything.

"What? Did you remember something? Everything is important, Bella, you never know what might -"

"Yes, Dad, I know. 'You never know what might mean something, no matter how small.'"

I sighed heavily, remembering my father's words during summers spent at his office.

"When we were leaving the bar, Edward turned to Jake and said 'Jake, we good?' Jake said yes or something, I don't remember. At the time, I thought it was just them settling up the bill, but now... considering..."

"What, Bella?"

"Well... " I thought. "What if... what if that was Edward asking Jake if everything was set up, if everything was ready?"

Charlie looked at me for a minute, then scribbled furiously on his pad, completely ignoring me.

"Dad?" I asked.

"Wait," he said curtly, holding up a hand to me, as he kept writing.

He finally looked up, and the expression on his face was resolute, but sad.

"Honey," he said, with a heavy sigh. "There's something I haven't told you yet, because, well, it's just circumstantial." He took another deep breath. "We reviewed the videotapes from the bar and their interactions, and it looks like he might have been in on it."

I just stared at him, unable to comprehend what he just said. I mean, I knew it all along, but hearing it from my father's lips, confirmed my worst fears.

"Bella?" he asked. "Did you hear what I said? Edward was in on it, honey." I just nodded, trying to accept what he was telling me. "We're gonna have to pull him in. We're gonna have to question him."

"Oh God." I dropped my head in my hands.

"Now this means that you can't speak to that asshole until we've completed our investigation. Understand?"

Charlie was all business, all cop. And I understood what he was saying, but it didn't quench the desire to talk to Edward and confront him. I wanted the chance, the satisfaction, of seeing the look on his face when I asked him who the fuck he thought he was.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. But," I said, lifting my chin in defiance, "I want to be there. I want to see that smug son of a bitch explain himself."

This was a short one, and all plot, sorry. More to come later today. And I think we return to the fluff in the next chapter, or as EdMazing called it, "sexy smut."

It looks really bad for Edward, huh? Poor Bella. I wonder how it's all going to turn out! ;) I LOVE all of your questions and theories and comments! Keep em coming! I savor every single word.

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