Authors note:
Another short one, I'm sorry! I'm busy working today, but because you guys are, like, the friggin' bee's knees, I'm getting this out as quickly as possible.

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Chapter four.

After reading the letter Bella's first reaction wasn't to break down and cry, but to fight. She felt angry. It was clear, in his cryptic note that somebody had taken him somewhere, and that thought did not sit well with her. How dare they do such a thing, and to somebody so innocent! Edward has never done anything wrong, not even stealing one penny sweets when Esme wasn't looking. So to keep him hostage like this, for all this time is one of the stupidest things she'd ever heard.

"We have to do something!"

Alice, tensing Bella's reaction, phoned her husband, Jasper, for some back up. They both sat together, watching their friend pace back and forth over the carpet.

"Bell, we can't do anything."

"Yes we can! We can find out where this letter was sent from and head from there."

Jasper didn't want to take sides between his wife and his best friend, but he had to admit, Bella was speaking some sense.

"You're right Bell. Even though this letter has no return address on it, the mail company should have the technology to find out where it was sent from, surely."

Alice was hesitant. "I think that's pushing our luck…"

"Pushing our luck? I don't know about you, Alice, but I kind of want Edward back, like, now, so I don't care if we're 'pushing our luck'. I'm doing whatever it fucking takes!"

"No, Bella, that isn't what I mean! Okay, it kind of is…but Edward went to Amsterdam and never came back, so I think we'd just get the same answer if we went deep into mail services. It came from Amsterdam."

Bella flung her arms down to her sides, trying desperately hard not to scream in Alice's face. "We don't know that! It is not hard to forge passports or identification. These…bastards can slip Edward all over the world without anyone being any the wiser. He could be in…the fucking Gobi Desert! We don't know! If we head off to Amsterdam just to find out that he's in another country entirely then we've wasted valuable time. Edward said himself that he's not safe. We need to act quickly."

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Having a father in the police force has always comes to an advantage to Bella, like sweet talking her way out of a speeding ticket to name a few moments. But she has never felt so relieved until now. Charlie, like any father of a teenage girl, was not Edward's biggest fan when they first met and warned the seventeen year old son of a bitch that he knew how to fire a gun. But as time went on and Charlie noticed Bella was happier than ever before he learnt to give Edward a bit of slack.

Now, almost ten years after his daughter first met the punk who played his music too loudly, Charlie treats said punk like the son he never had. And so of course Charlie wants to do whatever he can to help towards Edward's return.

Knowing about the development company Edward worked for, based in Port Angeles, Charlie searched there first. He seldom goes onto the internet, but booted up the computer anyway to start his research. It took a while, typing each letter with the tip of a finger, taking a few seconds to find every letter on the keyboard. Scrolling down the Google page, he came across some alarming news.

There were links for news articles, talking about a young man who used to work for the company and a 'bit of bother' that he got into. Another articles mentioned Edward, his position at the company and his disappearance. He didn't read that one – why remind him of the pain everyone was going through?

So instead, Charlie went back to the first news clip and sought out the names of those involved. An Emmett McCarty was the man in question, still residing in Port Angeles it seems. This was when Charlie put his Police advantages to use.

"This is Waylon."

Charlie rang his closest work colleague for a reason – Waylon was the best at what he does.

"Waylon, it is Charlie. I need you to do me a favour."

"Sure, what can I do?"

"I need you to find someone for me. Emmett McCarty," he then spelt out the name for Waylon's help, "approximately twenty-five, twenty-six and lives in Port A. I know that isn't a lot, but I'm afraid it's all I can give you."

"Right, let me take a look and I'll phone you back if I find anything."

"Thank you. Bye."

Not even twenty minutes later, Charlie's phone rang.

"It seems luck is in our side, I've found a match."

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"Hello?"

When the person first spoke, Charlie had to think for a second. Emmett is a guys' name, right? Because the voice couldn't have been any more feminine. Shaking that off, Charlie acted professional.

"Good afternoon, my name is Charlie Swan. I was wondering if I could speak to Emmett McCarty, please?"

"I'm sorry he's not in right now. But you're talking to his wife if I can be any help?"

Again, he thought it over. It was worth a short, he guessed.

"Yes, you just might. I understand he used to work for Denali Developments, have you, by any chance, heard the story concerning Edward Cullen?"

The lady took a short while to answer. "Y-yes…my husband was, er, is a good friend of his. Did you say your name was Swan? Related to Isabella?"

"Yes, she's my daughter."

Where is she going with this?

"Ah, I can see why you're trying to talk to Emmett then. Well Charlie, I'll talk this over with my husband, but I'm pretty sure we know what's happened to Edward and will know where to find him."

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