Stolen HeART
Chapter 5
Raised Questions and Deflated Answers.
I sat back in my office chair as I mulled over the events of this morning. I hadn't re-opened the shop, since I first opened it earlier. It's not that I was concerned he would come back. It was more to do with the fact that I needed to focus on the job at hand.
Shortly after Edward had left, and after I composed myself. I ploughed through the endless files of research, photos and notes that the team had collected over the last few months. The original plan had been to tackle this mammoth task in the comfort of my own home on a Saturday with background music and a glass of wine. But the results of this morning had put me into research frenzy. I gathered all the re-sources I had at hand, made calls and sent emails today instead of a later date. I wasn't sure what I was looking for or what I expected to find.
In a desperate attempt to see inside his mind, I lingered over the snap shots of Edward that Emmett had taken during his initial surveillance. His messy hair seemed to have its own agenda. His crooked smile seemed to be in every shot. We knew his work schedule, so the photos that I was looking at were of days off and weekends. His attire consisted of casual jeans and jersey tops. They showed a different side of him. He looked comfortable and relaxed, different from the times I had seen him in formal suits and with impeccable manners.
My reason for this close observation had become clouded. I wanted so desperately to say yes. Yes, to the offer of 'anything.' But it wasn't the reason for surveillance. I didn't want to study his mind for codes or his security. I wanted to hear him laugh like he did last night at the exhibition. I wanted to hear it first hand from him, when he spoke excitedly about his friend's new baby. The easy flowing conversations that he had with friends, I wanted that.
The sound of silence rather than the busy street noise from earlier told me it was late. Slowly I packed up my belongings and secured the premises, I hailed a cab to get me home.
Two hours and twenty four minutes, that's how long I had been indoors, I had resisted all attempts to make my way to the panic room and log on. I made dinner, which I didn't eat and rang Charlie half an hour before our usual time but he was asleep. Alice and Emmett was knee deep in wires and manuals and James and Jasper were still in Europe.
No reason, no excuse. This was my job, my assignment. I filled my glass once again, and picked up my notepad as I settled at the table and pressed the power button. I pulled up the phone records for the last nine hours. The GPS tracker on his car displayed its location to be at his home. This was where the phone records would tell me where he had been all day.
I highlighted the audio icon on the screen of the laptop out of habit, though the urge to hear his voice was nagged at my inner Bella. I continued to flick through pages and pages of thin-like tracing paper that showed every phone number he dialled or answered that day. Deep in thought and concentration, I jumped in my seat, quickly turned my head towards the door, when I heard his voice so clear and loud. For that instance I thought he was here. I moved my head back to its previous position as I stared at the sporadic frequency.
'Look maybe she's just shy, you know, not very experienced.' It was a woman's voice, it was softly spoken and her words sounded sympathetic.
'No, no that's not it, she's frisky and feisty, god she's so hot I could-.' It was Edward. He was talking to someone on the phone.
With all the sheets of phone records now littering my table, I frantically searched for the sheet that would tell me who he was speaking with.
'Edward, I've just given birth, so at the moment all men are pigs.' I froze. My search halted, now that I knew who he was talking to. Tanya Newton, Mike's wife.
