Their outrage only grew louder. A few of them clenched their fists and started moving toward me.
The police, sensing things might spiral out of control, quickly put up a barricade and stepped in.
One officer looked at me sharply and said, “We’ve just reviewed the surveillance footage from the city’s street cams. What we saw matches the accounts given by eyewitnesses.”
“All the evidence points directly to you. We need your full cooperation. Be honest and give us the name and contact information of the man who was in the car with you. We’ll need to investigate him too," he added.
Even if I asked them to check for fingerprints inside the car, it would be useless. Whoever set this up came fully prepared.
I knew then that at this moment I was reliving the nightmare of my past life. The same crushing sense of despair and helplessness of not being able to defend myself surrounded me.
However, I forced myself to stand tall and with steel determination, I said, “I’ve been at home all day and never left. I don’t even know the man in that video.”