I ripped my sheets off and headed for the laundry closet, grabbing Charlie's on the way. The washing machine was empty. I checked the dryer, too, half-expecting to find a washed load waiting for me, courtesy of Alice. Nothing. I frowned, mystified.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Charlie yelled.
"Not yet."
I went back upstairs to search under my bed. Nothing but dust bunnies. I started to dig through my dresser. Maybe I'd put the red shirt away and forgotten.
I gave up when the doorbell rang. That would be Edward.
"Door," Charlie informed me from the couch as I skipped past him.
"Don't strain yourself, Dad."
I pulled the door open with a big smile on my face.
Edward's golden eyes were wide, his nostrils flared, his lips pulled back over his teeth.
"Edward?" My voice was sharp with shock as I read his expression. "What -?"
He put his finger to my lips. "Give me two seconds," he whispered. "Don't move."
I stood frozen on the doorstep and he . . . disappeared. He moved so quickly that Charlie wouldn't even have seen him pass.
Before I could compose myself enough to count to two, he was back. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me swiftly toward the kitchen. His eyes darted around the room, and he held me against his body as if he were shielding me from something. I threw a glance toward Charlie on the couch, but he was studiously ignoring us.
"Someone's been here," he murmured in my ear after he pulled me to the back of the kitchen. His voice was strained; it was difficult to hear him over the thumping of the washing machine.
"I swear that no werewolves -" I started to say.
"Not one of them," he interrupted me quickly, shaking his head. "One of us."
His tone made it clear that he didn't mean a member of his family.
I felt the blood empty from my face.
"Victoria?" I choked.
"It's not a scent I recognize."
"One of the Volturi," I guessed.
"Probably."
"When?"
"That's why I think it must have been them - it wasn't long ago, early this morning while Charlie was sleeping. And whoever it was didn't touch him, so there must have been another purpose."
"Looking for me."
He didn't answer. His body was frozen, a statue.
"What are you two hissing about in here?" Charlie asked suspiciously, rounding the corner with an empty popcorn bowl in his hands.
I felt green. A vampire had been in the house looking for me while Charlie slept. Panic overwhelmed me, closed my throat. I couldn't answer, I just stared at him in horror.
Charlie's expression changed. Abruptly, he was grinning. "If you two are having a fight . . . well, don't let me interrupt."
Still grinning, he put his bowl in the sink and sauntered out of the room.
"Let's go," Edward said in a low hard voice.
"But Charlie!" The fear was squeezing my chest, making it hard to breathe.
He deliberated for a short second, and then his phone was in his hand.
"Emmett," he muttered into the receiver. He began talking so fast that I couldn't understand the words. It was over in half a minute. He started pulling me toward the door.
"Emmett and Jasper are on their way," he whispered when he felt my resistance. "They'll sweep the woods. Charlie is fine."
I let him drag me along then, too panicked to think clearly. Charlie met my frightened eyes with a smug grin, which suddenly turned to confusion. Edward had me out the door before Charlie could say anything.
"Where are we going?" I couldn't stop whispering, even after we were in the car.
"We're going to talk to Alice," he told me, his volume normal but his voice bleak.
"You think maybe she saw something?"
He stared at the road through narrowed eyes. "Maybe."
They were waiting for us, on alert after Edward's call. It was like walking into a museum, everyone still as statues in various poses of stress.
"What happened?" Edward demanded as soon as we were through the door. I was shocked to see that he was glowering at Alice, his hands fisted in anger.
Alice stood with her arms folded tight across her chest. Only her lips moved. "I have no idea. I didn't see anything."
"How is that possible?" he hissed.
"Edward," I said, a quiet reproof. I didn't like him talking to Alice this way.
Carlisle interrupted in a calming voice. "It's not an exact science, Edward."
"He was in her room, Alice. He could have still been there - waiting for her."
"I would have seen that."
Edward threw his hands up in exasperation. "Really? You're sure?"
Alice's voice was cold when she answered. "You've already got me watching the Volturis' decisions, watching for Victoria's return, watching Bella's every step. You want to add another? Do I just have to watch Charlie, or Bella's room, or the house, or the whole street, too? Edward, if I try to do too much, things are going to start slipping through the cracks."
"It looks like they already are," Edward snapped.
"She was never in any danger. There was nothing to see."
"If you're watching Italy, why didn't you see them send -"
"I don't think it's them," Alice insisted. "I would have seen that."
"Who else would leave Charlie alive?"
I shuddered.
"I don't know," Alice said.
"Helpful."
"Stop it, Edward," I whispered.
He turned on me, his face still livid, his teeth clenched together. He glared at me for half a second, and then, suddenly, he exhaled. His eyes widened and his jaw relaxed.