“You're still a kid. Jail won't help them. I can. And you promised to help them,” she replied.
Truth be told I never promised to help them, only get them out from under the TKK, so I didn't have to do anything. However, Amanda had earned the right to ask me for any favor, free of charge.
“Alright. I can't promise anything, but I'll call my lawyer and see what she can do,” I replied.
“That'll have to do for now, I guess,” she said.
Monday found me on the phone arguing with Miss Love. “You really won't tell me what happened in New York?”
“Not unless it follows me to this shitty little city,” Kassandra griped.
“Come now, Grand Rapids is no worse than another city,” I said.
To which she replied, “Yes, it is.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll stop asking you, I promise. So I need you to see about gett
