It seemed like it forever before I was done talking to the police and could just go to the damn hospital with Danny. It was very helpful when Ellen showed up to vouch for me. Even better than the kidnapping victim insisting I'd rescued him. FINALLY rescued him. Fatboy and Heather/Susan got a ride over to the hospital same as Danny. She had a slight contusion from falling into a wall and he'd had the living crap kicked out of him. I had some bruised ribs if anyone cares, but I'll be okay. Danny was sick with penumonia, malnourished and damn near crazy. And I was the only one there to look out for him.
Susan Jablonski had been sent over by a home health care agency to work as a nursing assistant and caregiver for Danny. But she and her shifty boyfriend had gotten other ideas. They knew Danny had money, so keeping him prisoner seemed like a great idea. They had quickly drained his checking and he had convinced them that there was just no freaking way to get to the principal without him going to a lawyer's office. Then Donald Holzinger (as fat blonde dredlocked boy was better known) had decided to find out if some of the comics were valuable. So he sold one worth more than a hundred grand to my cousin for a fake hundred dollar bill. When Susan had figured that the comics were kind of valuable, she got really pissed. Of course, then I showed up and started asking questions and ruined everything. Fake e-mails could only work for so long. There were a few of us who actually cared about Danny and would eventually insist on seeing him in person. They sold his wheelchair. Although this thing was so advanced it was known as a mobility system. The damn thing was great. He could go up a few stairs, raise up to reach things. So I had to figure out how to get a thirty thousand dollar wheelchairs that usually has a month or more wait delivered ASAP.
The headline in the paper said COMIC BOOK HERO. I was a hero and all for allowing my girlfriend to beat up a kidnapper. But Danny said to go for the publicity for the sake of the store and even talked to the TV stations which surprised me. The publicity absolutely freaked out the home healthcare agency. Which you'll noticed I didn't name because of the terms of the settlement. Without a word from Danny's lawyer, their insurance company was ready to pony up an undisclosed amount.
When I gave interviews, I always lied and said that Weezer was suspcious of the valuable comic book with a hundred dollar price tag and had purchased it so that we could track down the real owner. I can be nice, you know.
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