Esme rushed over to Rosalie's house the second she received the phone call about what had happened the night before. She drove in silence as she tried to think about what was going on and what they could do.

Can the information about Billy Blue we got from Missy's even help us? she thought.

She turned down Rosalie's street and in the distance saw her house. Emmett's car was parked out front.

From somewhere in the car Esme heard a continual scratching noise and looked into her rear view mirror. There wasn't anything in the back seat but a beach bag and she was sure there was nothing she'd left in the trunk.

When she finally pulled the car over behind Emmett's in front of Rosalie's house she sat for a moment and listened.

What the heck is that noise? Esme thought. She listened for another few seconds and then got out of the car and walked around to the back so she stood in front of the trunk. It's definitely coming from here.

Esme hesitated and then slipped her key into the slot to open it up and turned her hand.

The trunk popped open and Esme let out a scream when she saw James's body covered in the crabs. He wore Emmett's Letterman jacket and was white as a ghost.

She stepped back and looked around, not knowing what to do. Esme was too frightened to cry and finally had enough sense to slam the trunk shut before sprinting up to Rosalie's house.

"Emmett! Rose!" she called out as she entered, trying not to sound too hysterical in case Rosalie's parents were around.

The two of them immediately appeared at the top of the stairs, emerging from Rosalie's room.

Esme waved them down, putting a hand over her mouth as she had the urge to vomit.

"What's wrong?" Rosalie shouted back, running down the stairs a foot behind Emmett.

"It's James... his body..." she couldn't get the words out, "He's wearing your jacket Emmett."

"What?" Emmett asked, putting a hand lightly on her shoulder.

"In the trunk." Esme held her keys out for him to take and the three of them stood in the entryway for a moment.

Elsa appeared from somewhere else in the house and the three of them stood on edge, not knowing if she'd heard anything they had just said.

"What's with the hat Rosalie?" she asked. "Bad hair day?"

Rosalie pulled the hat snugger on top of her head and Emmett glared at her sister.

"Don't you have some place to be Elsa?" he asked.

"Right... right..." she put a finger over her lips, "Oh, yeah! I'm running the store alone today because someone can't be in work."

"Dad's helping you," Rosalie said quietly.

Elsa smirked, knowing it would give her a leg up with regards to her parents. "You're right... he is. Never mind, kids, enjoy the parade."

Esme had barely paid attention to the conversation at hand. All she could visualize was James's expressionless face in her trunk. He was dead; pale; cold; not coming back...

Elsa pushed passed them and headed outside down the driveway to where her car was parked.

Emmett looked out the window and when he saw that she had gone he turned back around to the two of them. "Esme..." He glanced at the keys in his hand. "What happened?"

"James's body... is in my trunk."

"He's dead?" Rosalie asked.

Esme nodded and then looked at Emmett, who stared back at her and then made his way out the front door.

The girls ran after him and Emmett took a deep breath before opening the trunk, himself.

Esme looked away and Rosalie tried to peer over Emmett's shoulder as the interior was revealed. When no one said anything, Esme looked back. Her face seemed to grow a shade whiter and she looked at her friends. James was gone, and the only thing left was a few small crabs.

"No..." she shook her head, "No... he was here damn it! And he was wearing your jacket Emmett!"

Emmett looked at her and then back into the trunk. "Maybe we should just... go back inside."

"Where's your jacket Emmett?"

He looked around and then down and back to Esme. He knew it had been stolen the night of his accident. "Where could he have gone?"

Esme shook her head and then it hit her. "He took the body... he came and he took the body!"

"Why would he do that?"

"I don't know! Why would he run you over? Why would he make coleslaw of Rosalie's hair? He's messing with us!" She could hardly breath and her voice got louder as she spoke, "We can't go to the police, not now, he's made sure of that! He's just out there and he's watching us and waiting for us!"

Before Emmett could say another word he looked down the road past Esme as another car pulled up.

"Carlisle?" Esme said aloud to no one in particular.

The car pulled up behind where they stood and Carlisle quickly emerged from the driver's side.

"Hey!" he called out, approaching them. "I've been looking everywhere for you guys. I got-"

"You're gunna die!" Emmett shouted, rushing over and throwing a punch that landed on the side of Carlisle's face before could finish his sentence.

Esme and Rosalie rushed over and fought Emmett off of him.

"Stop it Emmett!" Esme screamed, standing in between them as Rosalie pulled at Emmett's arms from behind.

"He's behind this!" Emmett shouted again.

"What?" Esme looked at him as if he was crazy.

"Wake up Esme. How many fucked up fisherman are out there?"

"Look he's after me too!" Carlisle said as Esme helped him up from the ground. He looked around at the three of them. "I got a letter."

"Oh you got a letter?" Emmett said. "I got run over... Rosalie got her hair chopped off... Esme gets a body in a trunk and you get a letter? That's balanced."

"What body?" Carlisle asked.

"Cut the shit Carlisle. You killed James..."

"James is dead?"

"What is it with you man?" Emmett went on, getting in his face. "You always wanted to be our friend, always wanted to be one of us but-"

Carlisle felt his anger get the best of him after being accused of murder and punched in the face. "Shut up Emmett!"

"Cut it out guys!" Rosalie yelled.

"This isn't getting us anywhere!" Esme added. She looked at Emmett and then back to Carlisle. "Look we have to stick together... and trust each other. We're all going through the same thing."

Emmett's body relaxed and he looked at Esme. "Fine if it's not fisher boy here then who is it?"

"We think his name is Billy Blue," Rosalie said.

Carlisle looked up at her. "How do you know that?"

"We went to Missy's," Esme told him, "Apparently a guy named Billy Blue went to visit her after Riley's death to pay his respects. We think it could be him."

The four of them shared glances and then Esme spoke up.

"Missy was class of 1998," Esme said, "And according to the obituary Riley's birth year would put him at class of 2001."

"Elsa was class of 01," Rosalie said, "She has her old yearbooks stacked in her room."

Esme nodded and Rosalie lead the way back inside the house. They piled into her bedroom as Rosalie took Elsa's junior and senior yearbooks from her room.

Esme quickly grabbed one and say on the edge of the bed next to Carlisle while Rosalie and Emmett flipped through the other.

After a minute or two Emmett pointed to a photograph. "Riley Biers senior photo."

Carlisle and Esme whipped around to look at the photo.

"That's him huh?" Carlisle asked staring a the smiling young man. "It's hard to believe that's the guy."

"Yeah his face isn't splattered all over the world dumbass," Emmett said, still holding on to some angst.

Everyone took a turn looking at the haunting photo before Emmett finally turned the page.

They resumed flipping through the pages of their respective yearbooks before Emmett sat up straight and looked at Rosalie.

"Maybe Blue isn't his real name."

Esme thought for a moment and turned to face her friend. "That's right... I mean he could have easily lied to Missy, we did."

"If we brought the year book to her..." Rosalie started.

"She could point him out," Esme finished.

"You really think this is going to help?" Carlisle asked. "I can't go out there. I have to work."

Esme turned to face him.

"I mean... high school mugshots?" He put his hands out and shrugged.

Esme didn't break eye contact with him. "I'll go," she said firmly and then looked at Rosalie, "You've got the parade today."

"Forget it," she said, "I'll go with you."

"No. You need to be there in case he shows up."

"I don't want him to show up."

Esme stood up from the bed. "This could be our chance, Rose. We could catch him." She turned to Emmett, "Go with her to the parade and don't let Rosalie out of your site. If he shows up-"

"I'll pound his ass!" Emmet said enthusiastically.

Carlisle rose from the bed. "Listen to yourselves. You sound like a bunch of vigilantes."

"What do you suggest we do?" Esme asked him.

"Let me take you out of town," Carlisld said.

"And go where?" Esme asked him more forcefully. "I've already be running and now I want my life back!" She sighed and continued. "It's July Fourth Carlisle. Okay, it's his day. Whatever he has planned is going to happen today unless we stop him."

Everyone looked at Carlisle as he stared back with a hopeless expression.

"So, what's it going to be?" Esme asked him.