"I see at least one camera."
"Ask the business to preserve the original footage through the proper process. I'll contact the appropriate people."
Amanda took a breath.
"Sarah, it's the same number."
There was a pause.
"Eight-four-six?"
"Yes."
For several seconds, Sarah was quiet.
Then she answered carefully.
"That could be important, but we need to verify what the number actually represents."
Amanda nodded.
"I understand."
She ended the call.
Then looked toward Mercer.
He was watching her.
The sergeant recognized her face now.
His expression showed a mixture of anger and unease.
"You're that fighter," he said.
Amanda didn't respond to the implied challenge.
She simply nodded.
"My friend needs medical care."
Mercer folded his arms.
"Your friend was interfering with an investigation."
Amanda looked toward Naomi.
Then back at him.
"Then document what you believe happened, and let the evidence be examined."
The sergeant laughed bitterly.
"You think being famous means you can come here and tell police what to do?"
Amanda's expression remained calm.
"No."
She paused.
Then continued.
"I think being a witness means I can tell the truth about what I see."
For a moment, Mercer stared.
Then looked toward the growing crowd.
He seemed increasingly frustrated.
But Amanda didn't raise her voice.
She had spent years learning that physical strength was most useful when paired with restraint.
She could throw an opponent across a training mat.
She could defend herself inside a cage.
But this wasn't a sporting contest.
Her pregnant friend needed medical care.
And a confrontation with an armed officer would make the situation more dangerous.
So Amanda kept her hands visible and stayed beside Naomi.
The ambulance arrived seven minutes later.
Two paramedics approached, assessed the scene, and began evaluating Naomi.
They asked about her pregnancy, the fall, her symptoms, and the medications she had been prescribed.
Naomi answered as clearly as she could.
She was frightened.
Her knees hurt.
And she felt uncomfortable pressure in her abdomen.
The paramedic explained that she needed prompt medical assessment, including appropriate obstetric evaluation, because she'd fallen during late pregnancy.
Naomi nodded.
Then asked whether Amanda could accompany her.
The paramedic agreed to make the necessary arrangements.
Amanda looked toward Jordan.
"Can you help make sure her medication information reaches the hospital?"
He nodded.
"We can coordinate verification through the pharmacy and the responding medical team."