Sitting on the bench, I checked my watch. 30 minutes to go before I might lose Katie without a trace. I needed to find my target. And then I saw coming out of the shadows the man I was looking for, Crazy Redd!
"I believe you have something of mine," I stated, reaching for the gun I had in my pocket, "One of my fans, Katie the kitten."
"K.K.! Boy, am I glad to see you," said Redd, who began to laugh.
"I think you're about to change your mind on that," I remarked, pulling out the gun and targeted Redd.
"Whoa! I see you've got your eyes on blowing my brains out, ha ha ha," laughed Redd, "But before you do, I've got something to show you."
"It better be Katie," I threatened and cocked the gun.
"I can see you mean business. Well, that's perfect! I want to talk business too. Alright, follow me to Katie," Redd grinned.
I followed Redd down to the business district past the train tracks. Going past a few shops, we went down an alley where he pushed away a trashcan blocking a door and led me into a brand new nightclub. After carefully scanning for an ambush, I turned back to Redd.
"Alright, where's Katie?" I asked.
"Not here," laughed Redd.
"Wrong answer," I replied and aimed the gun at his leg.
"Whoa! You don't want to shoot the manager of your record label, do ya cuz?" asked Redd.
I paused. "What do you mean?" I asked puzzled.
"I bought it, K.K.! I now control your music. But I don't just want your old stuff. I want to have you working for me as my big star and have the rights to your future music as well. So, I've got a contract for you worth billions of bells. I'm going to promote you like never before and make you rich through endorsement deals and advertising rights to your music. In addition, you'll be the owner of this club where you can perform any night however you want with any crowd you want. No more scrapping by at the dingy Club LOL. What do you say, K.K.? All you have to do is sign here and forget about that little kitten, Katie," explained Redd.