ther 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?,everybody else was on the ground.!
“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,moncler coats, 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,custom usb drives,” 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.
“Because you didn’t ask!” Max yelled back, panicked.
There was another pause while J collected himself.
Beautiful and pale?J asked,my dear monsieur,cheap jordan shoes, a tiny bit calmer.
“I said that, didn’t I?”
Beautiful and pale? What did this man know about vampires? Was he one of us himself? I wasn’t
prepared for
that kind of confrontation. I gritted my teeth. What had Alice gotten me into?
Max waited for a minute through another volley of shouted insults and instructions and then glanced at
me with eyes that were almost frightened. “But you only meet downtown clients on Thursdays—okay,
okay! On it.’7He slid his phone shut.
“He wants to see me?” I asked brightly.
Max glowered. “You could have told me you were a priority client;7
“I didn’t know I was.”
“I thought you might be a cop,” he admitted. “I mean, you don’t look like a cop. But you act kind of
weird,moncler jacket, beautiful.”
I shrugged.
“Drug cartel?” he guessed.