Harry nods and takes the card.  "I'll let her know whenever I see her again.  Have you gone to the police about Lenor?"

"it is still too soon for them to do anything. But she ain't at her apartment, and we can't reach her on her cell phone. Her precious bike was abandoned...she wouldn't do that. we have to wait until tomorrow before we can mnake a report. But anyway, thank you for your help."
She nods to him.
"Have a nice day...evening, whatever time of day it is," she follows this with a nervous laugh as she steps toward the exit.

"Well, I'll keen an eye out for her.  Hopefully she's just out galavanting around and'll show up soon.  If not...Well, best of luck anyway in your search."

Desmond listened to the exchange, disappointed that the trip didn't yield much information on Lenor's whereabouts... but he gives Harry a smile none the less as Amanda began to leave.

"Yes, I hope we are making a fuss out of nothing as well... thank you for your time." Before he turns and follows Amanda out of the club.

On the way back up the stairs he looks up at her. "What should we do now? Try the phone numbers again, perhaps?"

"I don't know what to do now." she admits. "we can try the numbers."
She glaces to the watch on her wrist.
"I have to go to work soon. I'll plug her there and listen to either Drake or my manager bitch."
She stops and smiles to him.
"Sorry about that."

He draws a faint smile for her, silently forgiving her for her mild cursing. He nods then as he considers his own options.

"Maybe I will return to her place... check for word there." He says as they head back to his car. "I think it would be worth calling again a few times, since we can't even leave a message."

"Okay," she sighs softly. "Um, I don't have a cell phone, but if you hear anything you can reach me at the radio station. If I don't hear back from you, I will come find you."
Even though it sounds humorous, her face says she's serious. She sighs again.
"Would you mind dropping me off at my place first? It is on the way."

"Alright." Stopping by his car, looking at her. "Oh, no, of course I don't mind." Smiling gently, unlocking the car to let her in.

"Thank you," she climbs into the car. She gives him a light smile. "You have my numbers right? I'm sure Lenor has my card or something somewhere. If not, you can reach me at the radio station until like 3."

He nods faintly as he gets in and starts up the car as they settle in. "I think so." Beginning the drive away from the club, taking directions once again for Amanda's place this time.

"Well, I will definitely let you know if anything happens." He promises, watching the road ahead. There was something strangely ominous in the air... He always kept a hopeful outlook no matter what, but maybe recent events were beginning to wear on him more than he first thought. It makes him shiver, like someone stepping over his grave... But it is just a brief moment before it is gone.

She glances to Desmond as he shivers. This place has a way of taking the sweetest, kindest people and jading them. She looks out the window, watching things pass her by. Thoughts were racing through her head. She looks back to Desmond.
"My father was one of those hellfire, brimstone types. He was chrustian...just fanatical. He used the bible as an excuse to justify his outragious behavior," it is obvious from her hesitatin, she's never talked about this before.
"He caught me playing with a naked babrie one time and beat me with his belt. Told me he'd beat my sinful homosexuality out of me."
She laughs and shakes her head.
"I have no idea why I just told you that. I just feel like I can open up to you."

He hadn't quite gotten jaded yet... but there was something he couldn't put his finger on, that made it all the harder to keep his optimistic outlook.

He frowns as she laughs after telling him about her father. He glances over at her.

"It's alright. I would never betray your trust." Smiling gently, then pausing...

"It is people like that give Christianity a bad name." He sighs. "That is not the lessons that Jesus Christ would want us to bring to our children... of pain and hatred. It is so very wrong. I am sorry you had to grow up under such tyranny."

"It's all right. If anything, he taught me to survive. He was a real outdoorsman. Idiot taught me everything he knows and was shocked when I used that wisdom to run away at fifteen. I've been living here every since," she chuckles again. "You'd think the schools here, in a big city, would have caught on that I didn't have any folks. Take a left up here."
She points to the on coming left.

He looks over at her with slightly wide eyes, before watching the road again, making the turn when she says.

"You were on your own that young? I can see how well you survived, but I can't imagine it wasn't difficult... not just physically."

"Yeah, there was a lot of paper fudging that I had to do. You know, when the police finally found me, I had already turned 18 so they couldn't do anything at that point. I was actually shocked they were out looking. My aprtment complex is up here in the right."
She smiles to Desmond.
"I like talking to you. You actually listen."
She smirks.

He chuckles softly. "It is what I do best. Being a Pastor is just as much, if not more about listening to the people as it is about preaching to them..." Saying as he pulls the car over and stops on the side of the road in front of the building.

He looks to Amanda and gives her a soft smile. "And don't hesitate to contact me if you ever need someone to talk to, alright?"

She smiles to him, pausing to blow an erant hair from her eyes. She chuckles and nods.
"Sure thing preacher-man," she smirks and climbs out of the car.
"Hey, you better call me tonight, let me know you;re all right," she says before she shuts the door. She waves to him before marching up the stairs to her apartment complex. She unlocks the door and walks into her four story walk-up.

"I will!" He calls back as she closes the door. He leans over so he can wave back and smile a little to her as they part ways. As he starts the car back up again, he finds himself wishing he didn't have to simply wait around in hopes that something happens that will reveal Lenor's whereabouts... or better yet, Lenor herself.

With a sigh, he pulls out to drive back to her apartment. He would wait there and pray. It is the most he can think to do until they are able to go to the police...