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Chapter 10

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Edward sat behind the desk again lost in his thoughts. It had been hours since they left the boy to contemplate his decision, but that was not had Edward worried. He knew the boy would bend to his will one way or another. Edward was a master manipulator though maybe he shouldn't be too confident. It was Thomas' father that had almost ruined things before.

For that matter, his paternal grandfather had been a problem too, but Edward had been young and that had been so long ago. He was older and wiser now, and he had a plan to eliminate all human obstacles. And he had contingency plans for that plan, and his contingency plans had contingency plans. He would not fail.

Lincoln entered the office. He moved like a panther, strong yet fluid. In his hand was a plastic bag. He set it on the desk in front of Edward. The heavy object landed on the desktop with a thump.

"Where's Zane?"

"Taking the boy to the bathroom."

Edward nodded. "Did you have any trouble finding it?"

"No." Lincoln took the seat across from him. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Edward looked inside the bag and smiled. "And the spoon?"

"Oh yeah." Lincoln pulled the metal utensil from his front pocket and set it on the desk. "I found one in the kitchenette upstairs."

"Perfect." Edward placed it in his own front pocket next to his pack of cigarettes. "Why don't you go catch some rest. We have a lot to accomplish tomorrow."

"No, I can help you with questioning the kid. Let Zane take the nap."

Edward shook his head. "No. I'm doing it alone. I think it will go better that way."

Lincoln laughed. "Don't want any witnesses, like with your niece?"

"Something like that." Edward stood up and grabbed the bag.

In the hallway, he found Zane coming back from the boy's room. Edward told him what he'd told Lincoln. Zane didn't debate with Edward over catching some sleep and headed off to their makeshift rooms which were also no different than Thomas' except that theirs had no locks to keep them in. Edward paused outside Thomas' door. The heavy bag rested against his thigh, the contents cold against his leg.

He listened, but he couldn't hear any movement from within. Not that he was worried about a sneak attack, the boy was half his size and had no usable weapons while Edward had a spoon that he could use as a melon-baller to remove his great-nephew's eyeball. Then he'd feed it to the boy instead of the contents of the bag. Releasing the bolt, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Thomas lay on the bed, but he sat up and swung his stocking feet off the side.

Edward smiled and sat down next to him, setting the bag between them. "Did you apologize to Zane for biting him?"

Thomas looked at him from the corner of his eye. "No."

"No, what?"

"No, sir?"

"Next time he's in here, you will apologize."

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy."

Thomas pointed at the bag. "Is that what I think it is?"

"It was your mother's favorite when she was your age."

"Can I have some?"

"That depends. Will you unlock her phone for me?"

Thomas inched away from him. "Why can't she unlock it?"

Edward tilted his head to the side and smiled. "Because she left."

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