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Patrick was waiting for me with the prowler. This I was expecting, too.

Patrick is Police Chief O'Connell to the good people of Forks.

Despite the scarcity of my funds, my main motivation behind buying a car, was that I refused to be driven around in a car with red and blue lights on top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop.

Patrick awkwardly gave me a side-one-armed hug when I managed to get off the plane, stumbling.

"It's good to see you, Bil," he said, smiling as he automatically caught and steadied me.

"you haven't changed much. How's Maggie?"

"Mom's fine. It's good to see you too, Dad."

He didn't like me calling him Patrick in front of his face.

I didn't have much to carry, none of my clothes were permeable for Washington.

Mom and I had pooled our resources to supplement my wardrobe, but it was still scanty.

There was no trouble getting it in the trunk of the prowler.

"I found a great car for you, reasonable pricing," he announced when our belts clicked.

"What kind of car?" I was suspicious of the way he said "great car for you" in comparison to "great car"

"Well it's a truck really, a Chevy."

My left eyebrow raised as I looked out my window and played with my fingers on my lap.

" Where did you find it?"

" You remember Billy Black down at La Push right?"

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