EEK IT GETS WEIRDER AND WEIRDER!

LINK:
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,186458,00.html
We were told late last night by a reporter in Aruba that
the police are indeed looking for someone:
me! Yes, I am now "wanted" in Aruba ... and this is so
rich, that I could not think it up.
I am just not that clever to make this stuff up.
Here is what happened:
After we interviewed Joran on Monday in Aruba, and en route
to the airport, we decided to detour and stop at the Kalpoe
residence where we had been many times...
and invited in many times.
I have interviewed the Kalpoe brothers' mother
and met both Satish and Deepak.
I have spoken to their grandmother and interviewed their
stepfather.
We went to the door, as we always did,
knocked loudly, as we always did, called out the
name of Deepak and Satish's mother, as we always did,
and no answer.
We knocked loudly since cars were there and we
assumed that when no one answered we needed to
knock a bit louder.
This was how it always was.
Someone might be there but not hear us.
Music? In the backyard? We did not know.
After a short time, we gave up.
We assumed no one was home and even discussed
whether they had returned to their country.
Vacation?
That made the most sense since the cars were there
and no one answered. As we started to leave, we noticed
the police had returned Deepak's car to him... the one
Natalee had been in the night she disappeared.
We took some video of the car outside and started to leave
for the airport. As we left, the front door opened of the
Kalpoe house opened and, since I was on the house
side of the car, I jumped out to go to the door expecting
them to let me in as they always have.
This is what happened all last summer when we were in
Aruba.
Like I noted above, I have been invited in the home several
times.
As I approached the house, the door slammed shut.
I called out, "Nadira, Nadira" — Deepak and Satish's mother's
name — and suddenly very loud yelling came from the other
side of the door.
This was a reaction I had never received from them before.
I backed off since the yelling was so loud and
I was not sure who was yelling at me.
We then got back in the car and went to the
airport. They obviously did not want to talk to me.
I had never received a reception like that from
them before. After we left their home, and unknown to us,
the Kalpoes or someone in their home, called the police and
filed a complaint against me, claiming that we went up to
their house yelling, "Murderer, murderer, murderer!"
The Kalpoes only know my name and thus I assume the
police lookout is for me alone and not my producers.
Per the Aruban reporter, the police responded to their
home, took the complaint and then began their manhunt... for me.
Police went to our hotel looking for me, but obviously I was
not there. I was at the airport standing at the counter getting
my travel set up.
Apparently police sent out word to be on the look out for me
or the rental car. They looked and could not find me.
Police also went to the two newspapers to ask that they
publish requests for help to locate me.
(They should have looked in 2D on US Air!)
One paper declined to report the lookout for me, one chose
to report it. From listening to the account of the Aruban
reporter, much time and energy was spent looking for me.
I, of course, did not have a clue. I was no doubt in the air,
drinking a Diet Coke, talking to my colleague sitting next to
me and they were combing the island.
Little did I know that I was the subject of a manhunt in
Aruba.
I suppose if they had been craftier, they would have let
their immigration and customs and security at the airport
know to be on the look out for me — I had to present my
passport at more than one checkpoint at the airport
(the ticket counter, an Aruban security stand before Aruban
immigration, at Aruban immigration, at U.S. immigration, etc.)
In relating the story to me, I told the Aruban reporter who
knows me that I did not say that I did not yell "murderer" in
front of their house. I would not do that and she said she
knows. Her paper has not yet reported it, but at least
one Aruban paper has so far and others may do so today.
Of course I would not simply go up to someone's house and
yell "murderer." In talking to the Aruban reporter last night,
I added that I only did as I always did at their house:
I knocked and called out, "Nadira. Nadira." The reporter
suddenly burst out laughing and said, "I bet they thought you
said 'murderer, murderer' and not 'Nadira, Nadira.'" It then
dawned on me that she is probably right.
So, Natalee's missing and I am the one wanted. If the Aruban
police want to find me, I suggest that they simply return one
of the hundreds of calls that we have placed to them since
last May. I am waiting and eager to talk to them. I just
realized: they probably have my cell number, too, since
I leave that number — they might have called that and
gotten me at the airport or at my change of planes in
Charlotte and saved some gas running around looking
for me. (One other thing, I just realized that John Walsh
of "America's Most Wanted" missed his big chance to get
Aruba's most wanted! He was on my second flight leg flight
— escape? — that I took on Monday. I talked to him a long
time as we awaited take off and sat one row behind him.
He could have nabbed me! I had no place to run!

What a joke!!
Someone please tell the ALE to
look for c-r-i-m-i-n-a-l-s.
not protect them. LOL