On the evening of Wednesday, Sandy was excited when the police arrived at the Sunshine Girls Home just before dinnertime. They were the detectives that had interviewed her after her rescue - well, one of them was. Sandy hoped that they were there about her claim on what's-his-name's estate.
"Sorry, my office's not very big," Momma Lois apologized for the cramped setting of her personal office.
Momma Lois was seated at her office desk. Detectives Brunel and Meir were seated on the other two remaining chairs. The cupboards and the filing cabinets left just enough space for Sandy to stand comfortably, provided that no one opened the door.
"That's okay," Detective Brunel said. He was a man of slight build and had his dark brown hair in a fauxhawk hairstyle. He was the detective who had interviewed Sandy before.
"Actually, we don't get an office at all," Detective Meir mentioned. He was bald and was a little taller than the first detective. "Just a couple of desks in a room shared with other detectives. So, I guess you're better off than we are."
Momma Lois smiled. "So, what can I do for you gentlemen?" she asked.
"We're here to check on your ward, Sandra Gould," Detective Brunel began.
"You haven't caught the man yet?" Momma Lois questioned.
"No," the dark-haired detective admitted, "we think the suspect may be a professional and very dangerous."
"That's worrying," Momma Lois commented.
"Yes." Detective Brunel glanced at the teenage girl by the door. "But he shouldn't bother Sandy again."
"Why do you think so?" Momma Lois asked.
The bald detective answered her, "We checked with the trustees of the Killington estate," he began.
Sandy was suddenly interested. Finally, information about her money.
"... and we were told that Sandra Gould, is not one of the beneficiaries of the estate."
Wait, wait, wait, WHAT!? Did Sandy understand what she had heard correctly? There was no money for her from someone-she-knew-not at all? Oh god, oh god, that could not be! But her fortune card had said...
But wait, that did not explain everything she had been through.
"Just one moment," Momma Lois interrupted the detective, "that doesn't explain everything Sandy's gone through. Why did the man kidnap her in the first place?"
Detective Weir glanced once at his partner. "I think he may have the wrong person."
Then what about those bugs in Sandy's personal items!?
"Then why were there those electronic things on Sandy?" Momma Lois voiced the question that Sandy had thought of.
Detective Brunel shrugged. "There's still a lot we don't know. The tracers were not at the scene, so we can't investigate them."
And how did the cops find her in the first place?
Momma Lois gazed at the papers on her desk for a moment. "I was wondering, when Sandy was kidnapped, how did you find her?"
"We had an anonymous tip," Detective Weir answered, "Suspicious, really. But not much to go on. It was from a pay phone."
So, who was the real person who was going to get all the money?
"So, this mean you're no longer watching over Sandy?" Momma Lois asked.
Okay, maybe Sandy was not beaming her question onto Momma Lois hard enough. She should concentrate harder.
"We'll watch for a few more days, just in case, and see if anything happens," Detective Brunel said, "But if it's true that Sandy's not the beneficiary, the suspect should figure it out and leave her alone, especially if he's a professional."
That was a huge disappointment. Some unknown person out there was going to get all of Sandy's money. And she thought her fortune was going to come true too.
Maybe Sandy should not tell Ariel about that. If her blond classmate had known that Sandy was not going to inherit any money, if she had realized that Sandy could have gotten them free at any time by signing that meaningless piece of paper, Ariel would kill her.
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