My Cameraman

Well, the police are saying my cameraman is guilty. He's run off, and is avoiding police custody. I know this will sound hard to believe, but I think the police are wrong. Not that I have anything against them, but it all just doesn't add up. I mean, why would the guy try to kill me, yet give me a double cheeseburger, and then call for help right as I was about to turn into a plastic Popsicle? Not only that, but this guy has a reputation to lose: he's a famous photographer, legendary, in fact. He's taken picture from all over the globe! In this picture, he's not wearing his hat, which is lying right beside him, and he's holding his trusty camera, an 8 megapixal, ISO 1600, digital zoom, Kodak Easyshare M873 camera. I admire this guy's picture-taking abilities too much to believe he's guilty. But still, somebody's behind this. Maybe he was kidnapped! Maybe he was framed! That's it, I'm going after him! I don't care how badly beaten up I am! Concussion or no concussion, hypothermia or no hypothermia, dehydration or nodehydration, malnutrition or no malnutrition, frozen joints or not! I've got to find him! I've just got too! He risked his life for me and-Ow, oh. Ummm, maybe I'd better stay...no! I've got to go look for him, and nobody is going to stop me! Nobody! not even the nominal, anonymous abdominal , um, not even a giant snowman will scare me off!