I don’t think it’s them

    “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.
    “You’re right, Bella. I’m sorry.” He looked at Alice. “Forgive me, Alice. I shouldn’t be taking this out on
you. That was inexcusable.”
    “I understand,” Alice assured him. “I’m not happy about it, either.”
    Edward took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s look at this logically. What are the possibilities?”
    Everyone seemed to thaw out at once. Alice relaxed and leaned against the back of the couch. Carlisle
walked slowly toward her, his eyes far away. Esme sat on the sofa in front of Alice, curling her legs up on the
seat. Only Rosalie remained unmoving, her back to us, staring out the glass wall.
    Edward pulled me to the sofa and I sat next to Esme, who shifted to put her arm around me. He held one
of my hands tightly in both of his.
    “Victoria?” Carlisle asked.
    Edward shook his head. “No. I didn’t know the scent. He might have been from the Volturi, someone
I’ve never met. . . .”
    Alice shook her head. “Aro hasn’t asked anyone to look for her yet. I will see that. I’m waiting for it.”
    Edward’s head snapped up. “You’re watching for an official command.”
    “You think someone’s acting on their own? Why?”
    “Caius’s idea,” Edward suggested, his face tightening again.
    “Or Jane’s . . . ,” Alice said. “They both have the resources to send an unfamiliar face. . . .”
    Edward scowled. “And the motivation.”