after that woman
, I ordered myself.
‘Any news?’ It was Noelle Hawthorne, entering the
same space Shawna had just vacated. She was younger
than Shawna but seemed older – a plump body with dour,
wide-spaced mounds for breasts. A frown on her face.
‘Not so far.’
‘You sure seem to be handling it all okay.’
I twitched my head at her, unsure what to say.
‘Do you even know who I am?’ she asked.
‘Of course. You’re Noelle Hawthorne.’
‘I’m Amy’s
best
friend here.’
I had to remind the police: There were only two options
with Noelle. She was either a lying publicity whore – she
liked the cachet of being pals with a missing woman – or
she was crazy. A stalker determined to befriend Amy, and
when Amy shirked her …
‘Do you have any information about Amy, Noelle?’ I
asked.
‘Of course I do,
Nick
. She was my
best friend
.’
We stared each other down for a few seconds.
‘Are you going to share it?’ I asked.
‘The police know where to find me. If they ever get
around to it.’
‘That’s super-helpful, Noelle. I’ll make sure they talk to
you.’
Her cheeks blazed red, two expressionist splatters of
color.
She went away. I thought the unkind thought, one of
those that burbled up beyond my control. I thought:
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