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Glancing around, I asked, "Is Theresa already gone?"

Amanda’s head was deep inside the oven as she answered "Yeah Did you call Carter about the restaurant?"

I hadn’t, but I’d called the restaurant lasses beside it, I started to pour "They’ll be taken care of"

"Oh, good" She e her arm over her forehead as solanced down I’d swapped the sweatshirt and jeans I wore at the gun range for a sweater and pair of pants It wasn’t much, but they were nicer quality than the clothes I would’ve been wearing a little over a year ago "Thanks" Handing her glass of wine, I asked, "So what’s the news?"

"Oh, jeez You get right to it, don’t you?"

I nodded, taking a sip "I’lass in one s

I lifted an eyebrow That wasn’t typical Amanda She was nervous…or excited Yes Her cheeks were pink, and her face flushed She brushed her hair back She was excited, which had ht up It was ti escapades and while I went to Carter She’d turned someone down because of me, because of Carter’s mafia connections So she deserved this

"Who? When? Where? Does Theresa know?" I asked in a rush

She shook her head, but she was bursting fro, she lass all the way to the top Giving it back, I added, "Spill, woman I want to know"

"He asked e For Theresa to , but for Amanda…I fanned myself and joked, "About to pass out here I need to know everything about this guy"

And that hen she grew quiet

Oh, no

My gut churned Aiddy two seconds earlier, and now she looked in pain MyI reuy--back when she worked at the diner beside The Richo

"He’s a cop," she’d said She’d pushed off his advances because of me, because of Carter, because of what happened after Mallory… Amanda had been the one to tell me to kill Ben

"Make him pay I don’t care if he was our friend He killed her You ed out of the apartuilt was on er She hadn’t