It had been a month since I last saw Edward. He never called
and I pretty much gave up on ever seeing him again. As a result, I was bitchy,
mean and not pleasant to be around. I tried to contact him, leaving messages
through Buying Love, but there were no responses.
I was done. So done.
However, the information about Alice and Jasper was plaguing
my mind. I wanted to talk to them. Ask them questions about their situation.
Carlisle had given me their address and phone number, but I was hesitant to
make contact. Curiosity got the better of me and I dialed Alice’s cell phone number.
“Hello?” chirped a high-pitched female voice.
“Is this Alice Whitlock?” I asked.
“Speaking,” Alice replied.
“My name is Isabella Swan and I’m calling you regarding Esme
Platt,” I breathed out.
“Are you working for her?” Alice snarled. “Jazzy is not going back to her!”
“What? No! I do not work for her, but I’m trying to get to
the bottom of her story,” I said.
“I don’t feel comfortable speaking over the phone,” she
muttered. “We’ve had to change our numbers
several times because of Esme’s
relentless pursuit of Jazzy.”
“I can come down to you,” I said. “We can meet,
face-to-face.”
“I don’t know,” she hedged.
“Look, I’m trying to help out someone. Just like you helped
Jasper,” I whispered. “I also want to put her away for good. A friend of mine
used to work for the police and they’re building a case, Alice.”
She sighed. “I’ll meet with you, Ms. Swan. If I trust you,
then you can talk to Jasper. He was … he was … Esme broke him,” Alice said, her
voice tiny. “When can I expect you?”
“This weekend,” I replied.
Alice
Jasper
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