When we got to Amanda’s building, Theresa was already there. She waited for us outside the front door, panting. She straightened and wiped her hair back as she tried to catch her breath. “Hi.” A deep breath. “Noah told me your friend died and I didn’t know which friend, but I figured you might be here. I didn’t know for sure. It was a crapshoot, but I made Noah look up your friend’s address.”
“What?” How?
“I remembered her name when we met in the bathroom awhile ago. Do you remember?” She bent over and took more deep breaths. “I booked it over here. I kept thinking I needed to be here for you.”
“How did you get Amanda’s address?”
“Oh, that.” Her cheeks reddened. “The cafe is owned by The Richmond. I made Noah look up her address.”
Carter and I shared a look. She already knew some of i
