Without wasting another second, Kaylee hurried to the second-hand store near the bus station. The smell of old leather and mothballs hit her as she walked in, and she immediately approached the clerk at the counter. “Excuse me,” she said, holding up a photo of Amanda. “Do you remember seeing this girl?”
The clerk, a middle-aged woman with a tired expression, glanced at the photo and nodded slowly. “Yeah, I remember her. She was here a little over a week ago. She tried to sell the jacket but ended up arguing over the price. Said she needed money for a bus ticket.”
Kaylee’s heart sank. A bus ticket? To where? “Did she say where she was going?”
The woman shook her head. “No, but she seemed in a hurry.”
Kaylee’s eyes wandered to a shelf behind the counter and noticed a small bowl filled with lost-and-found items. She scanned them quickly, her eyes catching on a crumpled piece of paper. It was a torn envelope with an address scribbled on it. She picked it up, recognizing Amanda’s handwriting.
“Mind if I take this?” she asked.
