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Edward called Jasper as soon as he hit the sidewalk outside of the Hospital.

“Jazz, can you look up “Sasha Duncan phone number “212-505-8934” for me please?” Jasper was quick to pull out his laptop. Jasper had a magnificently shady side to him. He had no qualms working slightly outside the human laws to secure information his family might need. Edward was not even sure he wanted to know what illegal website Jasper would pull this information from.

“Sasha Duncan, 23 year old, Kindergarten teacher lives at 160 Place Blvd. Trump Place. She rents a subsidized apartment with two roommates. She has a great work record, no arrests. Grew up in Westchester County, in the suburbs. Is that good enough for now?” Jasper was all business. Speaking to Jasper on the phone was slightly disconcerting, because Edward was used to the tingling calm Jasper administered to his loved ones in his presence.

“That is plenty, Thank you.” Edward slipped the phone into his pocket and headed in the direction of the Trump place building.

Walking the streets of Manhattan while being able to read mind was like seeing a sparkling, sunlit piece of stained glass. All the different languages and thoughts weave in an out with one another to create a swirl of music that Edward classified as specifically “City”. As he got closer to Sasha’s building, he ran the picture of her from Carlisle’s memory. He liked how the memory Sasha had dealt with the two Doctors. She was kind and understanding with both. Edward wondered if sympathizing with a possible mental patient was the best of choices. Then again, one of his best friends and his dearest sister had spent most of her life in mental institutions. He pondered calling Alice to see how this whole detective thing was going to turn out, when he heard the words “Dr. Cullen” in a mind.

Edward slowed his pace and opened up his mind like a set of French windows, letting the voices around him sweep in. He found the voice again and concentrated on weeding it out from all the others.

I hope Dr. Cullen is doing ok. He seemed like his reading came as such a shock. Why was his father’s spirit so old?

Sasha’s brain pictured her paranormal experience inside Carlisle’s office.

As clear as day, Edward could see Carlisle’s father standing to the left of his son. The look on his father’s face was one of pure love and regret.

Edward realized he had slowed down to almost a standstill, the shock of seeing a ghost forcing him back to his nature of stillness. He walked to a nearby hot dog vendor and proceeded to order. The hot dog would be a good prop while he waited for Sasha’s brain and her body to match up in Edward’s eyesight.

I wonder if I should go back to him. He seems very kind, but there was that moment..

Here Sasha pictured Carlisle looking for an instant too long at her neck in the reflection of the windows.

Edward was surprised to see that side of Carlisle. He has such control, especially in a hospital setting. That glance would not be alarming in any other vampire, but in Carlisle, it seemed almost sacrilegious..

Edward held still as a blond Cocker Spaniel leaped up and stole his hot dog. The Spaniel proceeded to scarf the treat down with wild abandon.

The girl at the end of the leash scooped up the blond beast and reached into it’s throat to salvage the last half of his hot dog.

“Oh, Crap. Sir, I am so sorry.” Sasha Duncan was standing in front of him holding out the mangled hot dog in one hand and the wiggling dog in her other arm.

“Here, um, I saved some of it.” She set the Spaniel down. It settled into a behaved sit and wagged its little stump of a tail. It seemed to know that the rest of the hot dog would come it’s way eventually.

“That is fine, really, I was not that hungry anyway.” Edward’s voice hit her ears like milk pouring into honey.

She put her murky dark green eyes on his golden ones.

Edward waited for the reaction to his looks, which would inevitably come.

Damn it Pudge, why do you always steal hot dogs from good looking guys?

She didn’t seem to know what to do with the mangled dog. First she went to hand it to Edward, thought better of it and went to give it to Pudge, but did not want to reward the dog for it’s vandalism. She wound up putting the hot dog in the pocket of her jacket.

“Can I buy you another Hot dog?” Not that I brought any money out with me to walk the evil dog.

Edward was half tempted to take her up on her offer, just to see what she would do.

“No, but Thank you for the offer.” He gave her a gentlemanly nod.

“I have such a crappy dog. She is just for crap. Look at her, she has the eyes of a serial killer, no remorse whatsoever.” Stop saying “crap” to the hot dude, Sasha. She thought to herself.

Edward looked dutifully at the Crappy dog, who was actually acting pretty unremorseful at the moment. She was so intent on Sasha’s pocket with the meat in it, she did not exhibit the normal canine reaction to shy away from a predator like Edward.

“I am going to choke the life out of her. Again, I am really sorry.” Edward watched Sasha jaywalk across the street with the dog following close by her heels, headed for her apartment building.

Sasha’s thoughts were filled with embarrassment and gold colored eyes.

This was not good. She was comparing his eyes and Carlisle’s, wondering if they were the exact same color.