CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“OKAY, LET’S SEE WHAT we got here.” Sergeant Canary of the Broadville Police Department, leaned back in his chair, his potbelly strangled within the light-blue shirt. “You say Jonathan Wild kidn*pped your girlfriend?”
“Yes.” Winston leaned forward in the chair. “He tried to d**g her before and wouldn’t let her leave.”
Canary nodded while writing the information. “Why’d he do that?”
“You’ve heard of him, right?”
“Yes, his father was a brilliant scientist.”
“Jonathan runs a cult.”
“Well.” He twirled the pen between his stubby fingers. “He says it’s a group.”
“It’s a cult, and he kidn*pped Dee to force her into it.”
Canary squinted his steely eyes. “Hm-mm.”
“Why are you looking at me like I’m crazy? I’m telling you he kidn*pped her. There’s no other explanation.”
