Vs. Jigsaw

“Just back up a second. She won’t let you.” The sarcasm was acid on my tongue. “Did you ever notice that she’s exactly as strong as a normal hundred-and-ten-pound human girl? How stupid are you vamps? Hold her down and knock her out with drugs.”
	“I wanted to,” he whispered. “Carlisle would have. . . .”
	What, too noble were they?
	“No. Not noble. Her bodyguard complicated things.”
	Oh. His story hadn’t made much sense before, but it fit together now. So that’s what Blondie was up to. What was in it for her, though? Did the beauty queen want Bella to die so bad?
	“Maybe,” he said. “Rosalie doesn’t look at it quite that way.”
	“So take the blonde out first. Your kind can be put back together, right? Turn her into a jigsaw and take care of Bella.”
	“Emmett and Esme are backing her up. Emmett would never let us... and Carlisle won’t help me with Esme against it. . . .” He trailed off, his voice disappearing.