Amanda Jones. I read the name off the fake ID again and again. Even if the fake wasn’t total crap—she should have come to me if she wanted one worth her money—I would never believe such an ordinary name for such an extraordinary girl. And her social security number came back belonging to a Lawrence Wellington. And while Amanda fits better than Lawrence, she certainly isn’t seventy-five like good ol’ Larry. Whatever her name is, she took my bait. Good girl.
