the job； and I barely paid attention to the road。 The problem was keeping my speed from attracting
attention when I had pany。 I wanted to be done with today's mission； to have the mystery sorted out
so that I could get back to the vital task of learning。 Learning to protect some； learning to kill others。
I was getting better and better with my shield。 Kate didn't feel the need to motivate me anymore—it
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wasn't hard to find reasons to feel angry； now that I knew that was the key—and so I mostly worked
with Zafrina。 She was
pleased with my extension； I was able to cover almost a tenfoot area for more than a minute； though it
exhausted me。 This morning she'd been trying to find out if I could push the shield away from my mind
altogether。 I didn't see what the use of that would be； but Zafrina thought it would help strengthen me；
like exercising muscles in the stomach and back rather than just the arms。 Eventually； you could lift more
weight when all the muscles were stronger。
I wasn't very good at it。 I had only gotten one glimpse of the jungle river she was trying to show me。
But there were different ways to prepare for what was ing； and with only two weeks left； I worried
that I might be neglecting the most important。 Today I would rectify that oversight。
I'd memorized the appropriate maps； and I had no problem finding my way to the address that didn't
exist online； the one for J。 Jenks。 My next step would be Jason Jenks at the other address； the one Alice
had not given me。
To say that it wasn't a nice neighborhood would be an understatement。 The most nondescript of all the
Cullens' cars was still outrageous on this street。 My old Chevy would have looked healthy here。 During
my human years； I would have locked the doors and driven away as fast as I dared。 As it was； I was a
little fascinated。 I tried to imagine Alice in this place for any reason； and failed。
The buildings—all three stories； all narrow； all leaning slightly as if bowed by the pounding rain—were
mostly old houses divided up into multiple apartments。 It was hard to tell what color the peeling paint was
supposed to be。 Everything had faded to shades of gray。 A few of the buildings had businesses on the
first floor： a dirty bar with the windows painted black； a psychic's supply store with neon hands and tarot
cards glowing fitfully on the door； a tattoo parlor； and a daycare with duct tape holding the broken front
window together。 There were no lamps on inside any of the rooms； though it was grim enough outside
that the humans should have needed the light。 I could hear the low mumbling of voices in the distance； it
sounded like TV。
There were a few people about； two shuffling through the rain in opposite directions and one sitting on
the shallow porch of a boardedup cutrate law office； reading a wet newspaper and whistling。 The
sound was much too cheerful for the setting。
I was so bemused by the carefree whistler； I didn't realize at first that the abandoned building was right
where the address I was looking for should exist。 There were no numbers on the dilapidated place； but
the tattoo parlor beside it was just two numbers off。
I pulled up to the curb and idled for a second。 I was getting into that dump one way or another； but how
to do so without the whistler noticing me？ I could park the next street over and e through the back。。。。
There might be more witnesses on that side。 Maybe the rooftops？ Was it dark enough for that kind of
thing？
〃Hey； lady；〃 the whistler called to me。
I rolled the passenger window down as if I couldn't hear him。
The man laid his paper aside； and his clothes surprised me； now that I could see them。 Under his long
ragged duster； he was a little too well dressed。 There was no breeze to give me the scent； but the sheen
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on his dark red shirt looked like silk。 His crinkly black hair was tangled and wild； but his dark skin was
smooth and perfect； his teeth white and straight。 A contradiction。
〃Maybe you shouldn't park that car there； lady；〃 he said。 〃It might not be here when you get back。〃
〃Thanks for the warning；〃 I said。
I shut off the engine and got out。 Perhaps my whistling friend could give me the answers I needed faster
than breaking and entering。 I opened my big gray umbrella—not that I cared； really； about protecting the
long cashmere sweaterdress I wore。 It was what a human would do。
The man squinted through the rain at my face； and then his eyes widened。 He swallowed； and I heard his
heart accelerate as I approached。
Tm looking for someone；〃 I began。
〃I'm someone；〃 he offered with a smile。 〃What can I do for you； beautiful？〃
〃Are you J。 Jenks？〃 I asked。
〃Oh；〃 he said； and his expression changed from anticipation to understanding。 He got to his feet and
examined me with narrowed eyes。 〃Why're you looking for J？〃
〃That's my business。〃 Besides； I didn't have a clue。 〃Are you J？〃
〃No。〃
We faced each other for a long moment while his sharp eyes ran up and down the fitted pearl gray
sheath I wore。 His gaze finally made it to my face。 〃You don't look like the usual customer。〃
〃I'm probably not the usual；〃 I admitted。 〃But I do need to see him as soon as possible。〃
〃I'm not sure what to do；〃 he admitted。
〃Why don't you tell me your name？〃
He grinned。 〃Max。〃
〃Nice to meet you； Max。 Now； why don't you tell me what you do for the usual？〃
His grin became a frown。 〃Well； J's usual clients don't look a thing like you。 Your kind doesn't bother
with the downtown office。 You just go straight up to his fancy office in the skyscraper。〃
I repeated the other address I had； making the list of numbers a question。
〃Yeah； that's the place；〃 he said； suspicious again。 〃How e you didn't go there？〃
〃This was the address I was given—by a very dependable source。〃
〃If you were up to any good； you wouldn't be here。〃
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I pursed my lips。 I'd never been much good at bluffing； but Alice hadn't left me a lot of alternatives。
〃Maybe I'm not up to any good。〃
Max's face turned apologetic。 〃Look； lady—〃
〃Bella。〃
〃Right。 Bella。 See； I need this job。 J pays me pretty good to mostly just hang out here all day。 I want to
help you； I do； but—and of course Tm speaking hypothetically； right？ Or off the record； or whatever
works for you—but if I pass somebody through that could get him in trouble； I'm out of work。 Do you
see my problem？〃
I thought for a minute； chewing on my lip。 〃You've never seen anyone like me here before？ Well； sort of
like me。
My sister is a lot shorter than me； and she has dark spiky black hair。〃
〃J knows your sister？〃
〃I think so。〃
Max pondered this fora moment。I smiled at him； and his breathing stuttered。〃Tell you what I'll do。HI
give Ja call and describe you to him。 Let him make the decision。〃
What did J。 Jenks know？ Would my description mean something to him？ That was a troubling thought。
〃My last name is Cullen；〃 I told Max； wondering if that was too much information。 I was starting to get
irritated with Alice。 Did I really have to be quite this blind？ She could have given me one or two more
words。。。。
〃Cullen； got it。〃
I watched as he dialed； easily picking out the number。 Well； I could call J。 Jenks myself if this didn't
work。
〃HeyJ； it's Max。 I know I'm never supposed tocall you at this number except in an emergency___〃
Is there an emergency？1 heard faintly from the other end。
〃Well； notexactly。 It's this girl who wants to see you___〃
fail to see the emergency in that Why didn't you follow normal procedure？
〃I didn't follow normal procedure 'cause she don't look like any kind of normal—〃
Is she a badge？！
〃No—〃
You can't be sure about that。 Does she look like one ofKubarev's— ？
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〃No—let me talk； okay？ She says you know her sister or something。〃
Not likely。 What does she look like？
〃She looks like 。 。 。〃 His eyes ran from my face to my shoes appreciatively。 〃Well； she looks like a
freaking supermodel； that's what she looks like。〃 I smiled and he winked at me； then went on。 〃Rocking
body； pale as a sheet； dark brown hair almost to her waist； needs a good night's sleep—any of this
soundingfamiliar？〃
No； it doesn't I'm not happy that you let your weakness for pretty women interrupt —
〃Yeah；so I'ma sucker for the pretty ones； what's wrong with that？ I'm sorry I bothered you； man。 Just
forget it。〃
〃Name；〃 I whispered。
〃Oh right。 Wait；〃 Max said。 〃She says her name is Bella Cullen。 That help？〃
There was a beat of dead silence； and then the voice on the other end was abruptly screaming； using a
lot of words you didn't often hear outside of truck stops。 Max's whole expression changed； all the joking
vanished and his lips went pale。
〃Be