Not long after Carlisle ran away with his tail in between his legs I decided to head back to Port Angeles to collect my car. I needed new hunting grounds.
Monday afternoon I got a text message from Bella saying that I had exhausted her so much that she missed the first half of her classes. I responded by telling her that she needed to work on her endurance, to which she replied with a picture of her flipping me off. I saved the photo to my phone. My memory was perfect, but it was always good to have something to stare at when I'm rubbing one out.
We exchanged small messages throughout the week. Every day I checked all the major newspapers for Peter's response to my letter. On Thursday I found what I was looking for. It was a small blurb in the classifieds section with an unassuming message that would mean nothing to anyone unless they knew the code. I typed in the phone number. It didn't even get past the first ring when it was picked up.
"Hey! You coming to visit some time- Ah Jasper you should have seen yesterday's sunset, this crazy purple made everything look scary spooky, see me and Char were hanging outside some sleazy bar on the west side, trying to find a little snack- or big snack. You know how Char is! I was out for dinner- she was out for trouble! Lord have mercy on her soul-" There was a clicking noise. I looked at my cell phone. The call had ended. I'm sure that Charlotte had taken the phone from him. I stared at the cell phone for a full thirty seconds before it lit back up.
"Sorry about that." Peter said while chuckling. "What's going on?"
"I need two houses."
"What kind of houses are we talking about? And where?" His voice became business like.
"Nice houses, fully furnished, unassuming exterior, secluded, but accessible. One is to be in New Mexico," I paused, thinking. "You know the area where I skinned that left handed vampire? I want a house in that location."
"I'll set Char right on it." I heard a door close in the background.
"Good, the second one needs to be in Washington State. Put me midway between Forks and Port Angeles near the 101 highway, closer to Forks- and be damn sure it has a hot tub in it." I growled out the last part.
"Do you want us to come up there to find the perfect house or-"
"No, don't come anywhere near this state. Get a relator to do it. I want it done before next Monday, the house in Washington first. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, put Charlotte on the phone."
"Hola Jasper ¿le puedo ayudar en algo?" Charlotte said in an annoying, rehearsed voice.
"I need female jewelry, start from simple stuff and go up from there."
"¿Quieres ser travesti?" She asked and I heard Peter laugh in the background. I growled and he shut up.
"Call me when you have results."