Let’s Re-Read Breaking Dawn Together! Chapter 33
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Chapter: 33 Forgery
“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?”
While Bella is so caught up in training for the Volturi, other important factors have been swept under the rug…like Charlie. After a talk with her dad, Bella decides to pay Chief Swan a visit this morning, since he pulled the Nessie card on Bella, lol.
Pg. 631-634 On their way to visit Charlie, Bella takes a second to ask Jacob how he’s holding up. “How are you?” I asked him as I pulled out of the garage. “How do you think?” Jacob asked bitingly. “I’m sick of all these reeking bloodsuckers. Yeah, I know. They’re the good guys, they’re here to help, they’re going to save us all. Etcetera, etcetera. Say what you want, I still think Dracula one and Dracula Two are creep-tacular.” “I don’t disagree with you there.” Renesmee shook her head but said nothing; unlike the rest of us, she found the Romanians strangely fascinating. Jacob was still chewing over our truncated conversation when we got to Charlie’s. “Hey guys! It seems like it’s been years! Look at you, Nessie! Come to Grandpa! I swear you’ve grown half a foot. And you look skinny, Ness. Aren’t they feeding you up there?” “It’s just the growth spurt,” I muttered. “Hey, Sue.” “Well come on in out of the cold, kids. Where’s my son-in-law?” “Entertaining friends,” Jacob said, and then snorted. “You’re so lucky you’re out of the loop, Charlie. That’s all I’m going to say.” I punched Jacob lightly in the kidney while Charlie cringed. “Actually, Charlie I have some errands to run.” “Behind on your Christmas shopping, Bells? You only have a few days, you know.” “Yeah, Christmas shopping.” I said lamely. “Don’t worry, Nessie,” he whispered in her ear. “I got you covered of you mom drops the ball.” “Lunch’s on the table,” Sue called from the kitchen. “C’mon guys.” “See you later, Dad,” I said and exchanged a quick look with Jacob.
Pg. 635-641 Bella is on her way to find the mysterious pal of Alice. Mr. J. Jenks. To say that it wasn’t a nice neighborhood would be an understatement. The most nondescript of all Cullen’s cars was still outrageous on this street. My old Chevy would have looked healthy here. 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. I pulled up to the curb and idled for a second. “Hey, lady,” the whistler called to me. “Maybe you shouldn’t park that car there, lady. It might not be here when you get back.” “Thanks for the warning.” I shut off the engine and got out. The man squinted through the rain at my face, and then his eyes widened. “I’m looking for someone,” I began. “I’m someone. What can I do for you, beautiful?” “Are you J. Jenks?” “Oh. Why’re you looking for J?” “That’s my business. Are you J?” “You don’t look like the usual customer.” “I’m probably not the usual. 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. You’re kind don’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. How come 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.” 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 decides to put an end to this and call J. Jenks. “My last name is Cullen.” “Cullen, got it.” * Max calls J. and immediately gets an earful about procedure. “No-let me talk, okay? She says know her sister or something.” Not likely. What does she look like? “She looks like. Well she looks like a freaking supermodel, that’s what she looks like. Rocking body, pale as a sheet, dark brown hair almost to her waist, needs a good night’s sleep-an of this sounding familiar?” No it doesn’t. “I’m sorry I bothered you man. Just forget it.” “Name,” I whispered. “Oh, right. Wait. 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. “Because you didn’t ask!” Max yelled back, panicked. Beautiful and pale? J. asked, a tiny but calmer. “But you only meet downtown clients on Thursdays-okay okay! On it.” “He wants to see me?” I asked brightly. “You could’ve told me you were a priority client.” I didn’t know I was.” “You’ve got to be involved in something big. And bad.” “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 the, I should say.”
Pg.642-647 *This chapter ends just as mysterious as it began. After getting the correct address from Max, Bella heads down to a safer neighborhood and quite the swanky office. Turn out our J. Jenks, is Jason Scott, Attorney At Law. Pretty shady if you ask me. 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. 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. He gestured for me to have a seat and took his own. “I must ask, am I finally meeting Mr. Jasper’s lovely wife?” So this man knew Jasper, not Alice. Knew him, and seemed afraid of him, too. “His sister-in-law, actually.” “I trust Mr. Jasper is in good health?” “He is on an extended vacation at the moment.” He nodded to himself and temped 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. “Ah, well, you’re here now. What can I do for you?” “Papers.” “Certainly. Are we talking birth certificates, death certificates, driver’s licenses, passports, social security cards…?”
Aro would know. If we lost, Aro would certainly get the information he craved before he destroyed Edward. It was as I suspected. We couldn’t win. But we must have a good shot at killing Demetri before we lost, giving Renesmee the chance to run. Who would I put this on? Charlie? But he was so defenselessly human. And how would I get Renesmee to him? So that left one person. “Two birth certificates, two passports, one driver’s license.” I said in a low, strained voice. “The names?” “Jacob…Wolfe. And…Vanessa Wolfe.” Nessie seemed like an okay name for Vanessa. Jacob would get a kick out of the Wolfe thing. “Ages?” “Twenty-seven for the man, five for the girl.” “I’ll need pictures if you prefer finished documents. Mr. Jasper usually liked to finish them himself.” Well, that explained why J didn’t know what Alice looked like. “Here you go.” “Your daughter is very much like you.” “She’s more like her father.” “Who is not this man.” He touched Jacob’s face. “No, that’s a very close friend of the family.” “Forgive me. 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.” J wrote the price down on the bottom of the legal pad. I had more than that with me. I unclasped my bag again and counted out the right amount-I had it all paper-clipped into five-thousand-dollar increments, so it took no time at all. “There.” “Ah, Bella, you don’t really have to give me the entire sum now. It’s customary for you to save half to ensure delivery.” “But I trust you, J. Besides, I’ll give you a bonus-the same again when I get the documents.” *Sidebar-umm, so when did Charlie Swan’s’57 Chevy truck driving daughter become miss moneybags? I love this Bella! She’s throwing that Cullen money around all over town. Awesome! LOL. “That’s not necessary I assure you.” “Don’t worry about it. So I’ll meet you here next week at the same time?” “Actually I prefer to make such transactions in places unrelated to my various businesses.” “Of course. I’m sure I’m not doing this the way you expect.” “I’m used to having no expectations when it comes to the Cullen family.”
*Things just get spookier and spookier around here, don’t they? And this wild goose chase Alice has sent us on, it’s heart-breaking. But this is Alice and she is always prepared, even if it does mean death for the Cullen’s and life on the run for Renesmee and Jacob.
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