Cop Killer: Amanda
Amanda sat in her car, her hands gripping the wheel so tightly they began to hurt. She was in a parking lot across from the motel, and she knew that it was in this lot that Detective Ortega would park his black, unmarked cruiser. She knew he would then cross the road and head into the motel’s office where there would be a girl waiting. The girl would be young, but of legal age; the detective was insistent on that fact.
As Amanda sat in her car, her mind adrift in turmoil over what she was planning on doing, she ended up thinking of her last eight years. It was eight years ago—she wasn't sure of the exact date—that she had been taken from the warehouse and dropped in front of the motel with a bag containing a few hits of heroin and a couple of needles. She remembered th
