Edward

Edward sat in a little cafe in Spain, sipping coffee. The sun was bright, the ocean view from the window would have been jaw-dropping if he'd had an eye for such things, and so far the food and the coffee had been good. And no one had shot at him yet, always a good start to a day. He crossed his feet, clad in Ted's usual boots, and settled back with his phone. He did not have Ted's hat. He'd have ditched the boots, but he wanted to have enough of Ted's affectations around to match his passport if need be.

There was a number there on his phone screen, for someone he hadn't talked to in a long time. Last time they'd spoken, he'd just been Edward, the assassin. Looking for information. No one she cared about, and no one she'd have minded being gone. She may have put two and two together that Edward was behind the vampire's disappearance, but maybe not. Edward was human, but he didn't hunt just anyone. Only contracts on the most dangerous predators caught his attention.

Like his current contract. He dialed the number, waited as it went to voicemail. "Elizabeth Silver? I need some information from you. Come have coffee with me. I'm in town, in the little cafe by the sea. I'll be waiting." Edward's accent was American, very hard to place, his tone just a bit amused. Would it amuse him if the call out of the blue made her paranoid? Yes, it would. He hung up without leaving his name. The phone was a burner phone. She wouldn't recognize his phone number. Maybe she'd remember his voice.

He settled back to wait on her, sipping his coffee, staring out at the waves. Maybe he'd bring Donna and the kids out here one day. They'd probably like it.