Real Culprit
It was around noon when Chris and I got to Kent's place.
"Where is she?" I asked the moment I stepped foot in.
"There," Kent said, pointing to his bedroom.
I followed him in. She was seated on the floor with her hands tied to her back and her eyes and mouth sealed.
I pulled Kent to the corner of the room.
"How did you bring her here without anyone seeing you?" I asked.
"I used the back exit. No one could've seen me." He said
"It's risky Kent!"
"Trust me, this apartment is deserted by this time of the day. No one saw me." He said.
"Fine!" I said. I have to admit his place is quite serene.
"Her name?" I asked.
"Jane," Kent replied. "What are we going to do with her?" I could sense he was getting worried. I bet he has never kidnapped anyone in his whole life.
"Your gun?" I stretched my hands towards him.
"What?" He gasped.
"Just give it!" I said and he complied.