"Well s**t," Dante stood up. "This just got more complicated," he said pacing around.
"Do you know where the woman lives? The foster parent?" I asked Jensen.
"Yeah, I have her address,"
"Okay, first of all, you're not going there," Amandla said standing up as well.
"Why not? That's the best lead we have to solving this," I frowned at her. She shook her head.
"You're not getting this. You're well known. If you speak to that woman and she rats you to the police, they'll find Emmett easily, through you. He's not going to jail. Whether he did all these things or not, my friend is not going to jail," she shook her head, tears streaming down her face.
She had a point. I'd risk exposing Emmett. They already know that we're dating.
"If anyone hasn't realized, the charges were dropped. Poof
