For Real or For Publicity?

Chapter Twenty Seven

Brandon Drake Murphy

"Any news yet, Sergeant Muroe?" I asked the sergeant.

  Abigail, the police team and I were together in Abigail's apartment.

  "Um...Miss Murphy, who was with Miss Kameron before you left?" Sergeant Muroe asked.

  "My friend, Sianne," Abigail answered confidently.

  "Well," Sergeant Muroe said, jotting down some notes on his notepad. "It seems that this Sianne clearly is a Person of Interest."

  "You mean suspect?" I asked.

  He shook his head. "I mean Person of Interest."

  "Which is a fancy way of saying suspect," Abigail whispered.

  "Anyway, there was a broken glass animal in Miss Kameron's room and her kidnapper might have tried to take her and Miss Kameron was struggling, so hence the broken glass," Sergeant Muroe stated.

  "Thank you sergeant." Abigail and I said in unision and shook the policemen's hands.

  After the police left, Abigail shut the door.

  "If it was Sianne," I began.

  I was cut off by Abigail's dirty look.

  "If," I said. "Why would she do that?"

  Abigail sighed. "Sianne doesn't really like Joanne. In fact, she's a Joater."

  I shot her a quizzacal look. "The people who hate Joanne are Joaters. The people who is a fan of Joanne's are Jelanas. You know, like bananas," Abigail explained.

  I nodded like Oh. I get it now.

  "Anyway, the kidnapper demanded a ransom of $80 grand," Abigail continued. "Or Joanne won't make it out alive."

  "So, what are we gonna do now?" I asked, toying with the ribbons Abigail keeps.

  "I don't know," she said, shrugging. "I can't stand the suspense."

  "Well why don't we pay your little friend a little visit?" I said, smirking.