[center][hr][h1][i][color=Chartreuse]Suspect 2.[/color][/i][/h1][hr][/center]


Suddenly, Suspect 2's various doubts were starting to melt away the second she stepped through the doors and was introduced to the nice police officer. On cue, Suspect 2 sat down, and once the officer came back with coffee, she put her hand up, and politely said, "Oh, no, I don't drink coffee." Talking quickly in her thick Jamaican accent.

She guessed that she was supposed to sit here until her ass goes numb. While the rest of the "Suspects" talked, Tanya merely sat there, looking around, playing with her thumbs. Hoping that she'd clear all of this up soon as possible, and get out of this place. Because she's missing a music festival! She's a star, and you can't lock a star up in chains like this. Not when she has loads and loads of fans that are just waiting for her! Though, she calmly coughed to herself, and quietly listened. Picking information, and [i]desperately[/i] trying to keep her cool. It was like a stage - a performance. Just imagine everyone like that.

Though, things took a turn for the worse once someone shouted into the room saying, [b][i]"Logan! Suspect 3 has been kidnapped!"[/i][/b]

That made her heart sink. [i]In broad daylight?! You gotta be kidding me![/i] Suspect 2 thought to herself as her eyes widened, and she leaned backwards in her chair. Looking around at the reactions in others. Now, she was getting worried. She started playing with her hands, and tried to keep her cool, but yet, she was probably bringing even more attention on herself.

[i][color=steelblue]"And you are, miss?"[/color][/i]

She barely even noticed that she was being addressed, until she, from the corners of her eye, noticed him looking at her like he was expecting an answer. Oh! He was talking to her. Suspect 2 put a very awkward smile on her face, and then said, "[color=Chartreuse][i]Tanya Lamont...[/i][/color] you might have heard of me if you keep your ear to music."