“No, why do you ask that?”
“Because you look like there is.” When he didn’t respond she asked, “Are you going to tell me what Eleazar said?”
Edward tried his best not to smirk or laugh but Bella’s attempt to look fierce was not coming off very well. She crossed her arms and huffed angrily. He glanced outside to thwart his snicker knowing that would only anger her more. The sidewalks were crowded. It didn’t matter day or night there were always a host of people moving about and cars following close behind the ones ahead of them. Always busy, always rushed. In a hurry for who knew what. When he turned back to Bella she was still posed in exactly the same manner she had been when he first turned.
“He thinks maybe Newton was responsible for what happened at the shop.” She relaxed her stance and he continued. “He told me to keep an eye on you.”
“He thinks Newton was behind it? How?” Edward shrugged. “I don’t know Bella but I think he’s right about Newton. He’s the only one that hates both me and Eleazar. What better way to hurt us then to hurt Jasper.”
“Yeah, but…” she looked down biting her lip.
“What can I get ya?” the waitress asked, standing next to the table. “Two western omelets and a coffee for me and a Mochachino for her,” Edward said quickly.
When she walked away Bella spoke. “He’s a Senator. If people found out he did something like that he’d be ruined. And for what? Because he doesn't like us.”
“Bella, people have murdered for lesser things.” He smiled as the waitress poured them coffee. He took a sip and then stared across at Bella. “You and I both know that Newton and Jacob cooked the books. If I were to guess there is a lot of money on the line which means I don’t put anything past them.”
“I guess you’re right. So if Eleazar can’t come I guess we’re back to contacting one of those other attorneys.”
“Eleazar said he would find a way to help us. But yes, I think we need to contact those attorneys when we get back to the hotel.”
“Okay,” Bella said as the waitress brought over their plates of food.
There was no talk as they both devoured their breakfast. With full stomachs and a head full of caffeine they felt good, ready to take on the world and problem solve this situation. As they walked down the street they felt cheerful and optimistic.
“Bella, I need to talk to you."
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