I began narrating "You know how we thought Emma had murdered Stanley ?". Shr cut in sharply "Yes that bi***. It was good you drove her out of the house. A murderer at age sixteen? She's a bad egg and doesn't deserve family...". I didn't let her finish. " Shut up Tricia and listen to me. My sister is none of those things. It was Kingsley. He framed her for murder yet he committed it. I had my poor innocent sister sent to jail all because of fake evidence. She was whipped and tortured for two years as stated by the law. I am a bad brother Tricia". She immediately hugged me and said softly "It was never your fault. It was Kingsley's. Now ,you need to find her. Go!". I stood up and took my coat and said coldly " I won't be back till tomorrow." "What about your dinner?"
I looked at her and replied " I wouldn't mind starving" and with that I walked out. It was dark and cold. I walked all the way to the police station feeling guilty. The police immediately recognised me as Emma's brother as I was the one who had lodged the murder complaint. The police told me more about the murder. Stanley had always liked Emma more than a friend and Kingsley became jealous of their relationship because he had liked Emma too. Therefore, he had gone to confront Stanley but had accidentally pushed him which made him fall and hit his head hard. Stanley died because he was already suffering from brain damage. Emma unknowingly had gone to visit Stanley and had seen him on the floor lifeless. Just then, the police had barged in and had her arrested. Kingsley who now loathed Emma had a fake video made and had it presented to the police and also convinced Stanley's sister that Emma had come to see him thereby murdering him because he was allegedly seeing another girl. This made Stanley's sister complain to the police and unknowingly lie against Emma who was jailed for two years.
Later, it was discovered that Stanley had being doing a video to send to Emma to lighten up her mood and it turns out that was when Kingsley had come in. He didn't know about the recordings but Stanley's sister had found it while clearing the room a few days ago and was shocked to see the real murderer. She gave the police but it was too late as Kingsley immediately fled. I shook my head.
I stared at them and said coldly " I need to find my sister. Can you help?". The inspector laughed and replied "We don't have time to look for a girl who was chased out unfairly. We have other cases to look into. You had her arrested, not so? Now, deal with the consequences. It's been six years since you chased her out. How de we know where she is? Now, excuse me. I have work to do", and he was about leaving when I tugged at his sleeves. "Wait. Please. I'll give you three thousand dollars." I pleaded. " So that's how famous people do. Mr Jeff Boston, just because you are the most successful musician in California does not mean you can bribe the police. That is a huge crime. ", he said and smiled. I held him by his collar and yelled in his face "You better find her or you'll regret this."
He immediately called for back up and other police men came to hold me. Next, he said something that shocked me. " Mr Boston, good luck finding your sister. Even if you do, you will not recognise her because of all the torture she endured and how we whipped her. That is the punishment for an alleged murderer.". " You monster", I yelled and continued " She was framed". "You're all useless. Bunch of fools. I'll find her myself.", I screamed but was thrown out into the pouring rain.
I could not let Tricia see me in this condition. I decided to lodge at a hotel called 'De Rembrandt Hotel'. I needed to find my sister and fix my mistake.....