weird；　beautiful。〃
  I　shrugged。
  〃Drug　cartel？〃　he　guessed。
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  〃Who；　me？〃　I　asked。
  〃Yeah。　Or　your　boyfriend　or　whatever。〃
  〃Nope；　sorry。　I'm　not　really　a　fan　of　drugs；　and　neither　is　my　husband。　Just　say　no　and　all　that。〃
  Max　cussed　under　his　breath。　〃Married。　Can't　catch　a　break。〃
  I　smiled。
  〃Mafia？〃
  〃Nope。〃
  〃Diamondsmuggling？〃
  〃Please！　Is　that　the　kind　of　people　you　usually　deal　with；　Max？　Maybe　you　need　a　new　job。〃
  I　had　to　admit；　I　was　enjoying　myself　a　little。　I　hadn't　interacted　with　humans　much　besides　Charlie　and
  Sue。　It　was　entertaining　to　watch　him　flounder。　I　was　also　pleased　at　how　easy　it　was　not　to　kill　him。
  〃You've　got　to　be　involved　in　something　big。　And　bad；〃　he　mused。
  〃It's　not　really　like　that。〃
  〃That's　what　they　all　say。　But　who　else　needs　papers？　Or　can　afford　to　pay　J's　prices　for　them；　I　should
  say。　None　of　my　business；　anyway；〃　he　said；　and　then　muttered　the　word　married　again。
  He　gave　me　an　entirely　new　address　with　basic　directions；　and　then　watched　me　drive　away　with
  suspicious；　regretful　eyes。
  At　this　point；　I　was　ready　for　almost　anything—some　kind　of　James　Bond　villain's　high…tech　lair　seemed
  appropriate。　So　I　thought　Max　must　have　given　me　the　wrong　address　as　a　test。　Or　maybe　the　lair　was
  subterranean；　underneath　this　very　commonplace　strip　mall　nestled　up　against　a　wooded　hill　in　a　nice
  family　neighborhood。
  I　pulled　into　an　open　spot　and　looked　up　at　a　tastefully　subtle　sign　that　read　JASON　SCOTT；
  ATTORNEY　AT　LAW。
  The　office　inside　was　beige　with　celery　green　accents；　inoffensive　and　unremarkable。　There　was　no　scent
  of　vampire　here；　and　that　helped　me　relax。　Nothing　but　unfamiliar　human。　A　fish　tank　was　set　into　the
  wall；　and　a　blandly
  pretty　blond　receptionist　sat　behind　the　desk。
  〃Hello；〃　she　greeted　me。　〃How　can　I　help　you？〃
  〃I'm　here　to　see　Mr。　Scott。〃
  〃Do　you　have　an　appointment？〃
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  〃Not　exactly。〃
  She　smirked　a　little。　〃It　could　be　a　while；　then。　Why　don't　you　have　a　seat　while　I—〃
  April！a　man's　demanding　voice　squawked　from　the　phone　on　her　desk。　I'm　expecting　a　Ms。　Cullen
  shortly。
  I　smiled　and　pointed　to　myself。
  Send　her　in　immediately。　Do　you　understand？　I　don't　care　what　it's　interrupting。
  I　could　hear　something　else　in　his　voice　besides　impatience。　Stress。　Nerves。
  〃She's　just　arrived；〃　April　said　as　soon　as　she　could　speak。
  What？　Send　her　in！　What　are　you　waiting　for？
  〃Right　away；　Mr。　Scott！〃　She　got　to　her　feet；　fluttering　her　hands　as　she　led　the　way　down　a　short
  hallway；　offering　me　coffee　or　tea　or　anything　else　I　might　have　wanted。
  〃Here　you　are；〃　she　said　as　she　ushered　me　through　the　door　into　a　power　office；　complete　with　heavy
  wooden　desk　and　vanity　wall。
  〃Close　the　door　behind　you；〃　a　raspy　tenor　voice　ordered。
  I　examined　the　man　behind　the　desk　while　April　made　a　hasty　retreat。　He　was　short　and　balding；
  probably　around　fifty…five；　with　a　paunch。　He　wore　a　red　silk　tie　with　a　blue…and…white…striped　shirt；　and
  his　navy　blazer　hung　over　the　back　of　his　chair。　He　was　also　trembling；　blanched　to　a　sickly　paste　color；
  with　sweat　beading　on　his　forehead；　I　imagined　an　ulcer　churning　away　under　the　spare　tire。
  J　recovered　himself　and　rose　unsteadily　from　his　chair。　He　reached　his　hand　across　the　desk。
  〃Ms。　Cullen。　What　an　absolute　delight。〃
  I　crossed　to　him　and　shook　his　hand　quickly　once。　He　cringed　slightly　at　my　cold　skin　but　did　not　seem
  particularly　surprised　by　it。
  〃Mr。　Jenks。　Or　do　you　prefer　Scott？〃
  He　winced　again。　〃Whatever　you　wish；　of　course。〃
  〃How　about　you　call　me　Bella；　and　HI　call　you　J？〃
  〃Like　old　friends；〃　he　agreed；　mopping　a　silk　handkerchief　across　his　forehead。　He　gestured　for　me　to
  have　a　seat　and　took　his　own。　〃I　must　ask；　am　I　finally　meeting　Mr。　Jasper's　lovely　wife？〃
  I　weighed　that　for　a　second。　So　this　man　knew　Jasper；　not　Alice。　Knew　him；　and　seemed　afraid　of　him；
  too。　〃His　sister…in…law；　actually。〃
  He　pursed　his　lips；　as　if　he　were　grasping　for　meanings　just　as　desperately　as　I　was。
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  〃I　trust　Mr。　Jasper　is　in　good　health？〃　he　asked　carefully。
  〃I'm　sure　he　is　in　excellent　health。　He's　on　an　extended　vacation　at　the　moment。〃
  This　seemed　to　clear　up　some　of　J's　confusion。　He　nodded　to　himself　and　templed　his　fingers。　〃Just　so。
  You　should　have　come　to　the　main　office。　My　assistants　there　would　have　put　you　straight　through　to　me
  —no　need　to　go　through　less　hospitable　channels。〃
  I　just　nodded。　I　wasn't　sure　why　Alice　had　given　me　the　ghetto　address。
  〃Ah；　well；　you're　here　now。　What　can　I　do　for　you？〃
  Tapers；〃　I　said；　trying　to　make　my　voice　sound　like　I　knew　what　I　was　talking　about。
  〃Certainly；〃　J　agreed　at　once。　〃Are　we　talking　birth　certificates；　death　certificates；　drivers'　licenses；
  passports；　social　security　cards。。。　？〃
  I　took　a　deep　breath　and　smiled。　I　owed　Max　big　time。
  And　then　my　smile　faded。　Alice　had　sent　me　here　for　a　reason；　and　I　was　sure　it　was　to　protect
  Renesmee。　Her　last　gift　to　me。　The　one　thing　she　would　know　I　needed。
  The　only　reason　Renesmee　would　need　a　forger　was　if　she　was　running。　And　the　only　reason　Renesmee
  would　be　running　was　if　we　had　lost。
  If　Edward　and　I　were　running　with　her；　she　wouldn't　need　these　documents　right　away。　I　was　sure　IDs
  were　something　Edward　knew　how　to　get　his　hands　on　or　make　himself；　and　I　was　sure　he　knew　ways　to
  escape　without　them。　We　could　run　with　her　for　thousands　of　miles。　We　could　swim　with　her　across　an
  ocean。
  If　we　were　around　to　save　her。
  And　all　the　secrecy　to　keep　this　out　of　Edward's　head。　Because　there　was　a　good　chance　that　everything
  he　knew；　Aro　would　know。　If　we　lost；　Aro　would　certainly　get　the　information　he　craved　before　he
  destroyed　Edward。
  It　was　as　I　had　suspected。　We　couldn't　win。　But　we　must　have　a　good　shot　at　killing　Demetri　before　we
  lost；　giving　Renesmee　the　chance　to　run。
  My　still　heart　felt　like　a　boulder　in　my　chest—a　crushing　weight。　All　my　hope　faded　like　fog　in　the
  sunshine。　My　eyes　pricked。
  Who　would　I　put　this　on？　Charlie？　But　he　was　so　defenselessly　human。　And　how　would　I　get　Renesmee
  to　him？　He　was　not　going　to　be　anywhere　close　to　that　fight。　So　that　left　one　person。　There　really　had
  never　been　anyone　else。
  I'd　thought　this　through　so　quickly　that　J　didn't　notice　my　pause。
  〃Two　birth　certificates；　two　passports；　one　driver's　license；〃　I　said　in　a　low；　strained　tone。
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  If　he　noticed　the　change　in　my　expression；　he　pretended　otherwise。
  〃The　names？〃
  〃Jacob。。。　Wolfe。　And。。。　Vanessa　Wolfe。〃　Nessie　seemed　like　an　okay　nickname　for　Vanessa。　Jacob
  would　get　a　kick　out　of　the　Wolfe　thing。
  His　pen　scratched　swiftly　across　a　legal　pad。　〃Middle　names？〃
  〃Just　put　something　generic　in。〃
  〃If　you　prefer。　Ages？〃
  〃Twenty…seven　for　the　man；　five　for　the　girl。〃　Jacob　could　pull　it　off。　He　was　a　beast。　And　at　the　rate
  Renesmee　was　growing；　I'd　better　estimate　high。　He　could　be　her　stepfather。。。。
  〃I'll　need　pictures　if　you　prefer　finished　documents；〃　J　said；　interrupting　my　thoughts。　〃Mr。　Jasper　usually
  liked　to　finish　them　himself。〃
  Well；　that　explained　why　J　didn't　know　what　Alice　looked　like。
  〃Hold　on；〃　I　said。
  This　was　luck。　I　had　several　family　pictures　shoved　in　my　wallet；　and　the　perfect　one—Jacob　holding
  Renesmee　on　the　front　porch　steps—was　only　a　month　old。　Alice　had　given　it　to　me　just　a　few　days
  before。。。　Oh。　Maybe　there　wasn't　that　much　luck　involved　after　all。　Alice　knew　I　had　this　picture。　Maybe
  she'd　even　had　some　dim　flash　that　I　would　need　it　before　she　gave　it　to　me。
  〃Here　you　go。〃
  J　examined　the　picture　for　a　moment。　〃Your　daughter　is　very　like　you。〃
  I　tensed。　〃She's　more　like　her　father。〃
  〃Who　is　not　this　man。〃　He　touched　Jacob's　face。
  My　eyes　narrowed；　and　new　sweat　beads　popped　out　on　J's　shiny　head。
  〃No。　That　is　a　very　close　friend　of　the　family。〃
  〃Forgive　me；〃　he　mumbled；　and　the　pen　began　scratching　again。　〃How　soon　will　you　need　the
  documents？〃
  〃Can　I　get　them　in　a　week？〃
  〃That's　a　rush　order。　It　will　cost　twice　as—but　forgive　me。　I　forgot　with　whom　I　was　speaking。〃
  Clearly；　he　knew　Jasper。
  〃Just　give　me　a　number。〃
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