Tom shoved Rebecca aside. "The evidence is irrefutable. Why are you still arguing? Someone has died, and you're giving false testimony. How are you any different from a murderer?"
Rebecca's face blanched with anger. I spoke up quickly, "There's surveillance at the café we were at today. Checking it will clear this up!"
The police immediately dispatched someone to the café to review the footage.
The surveillance footage confirmed our alibi. I was indeed chatting with Rebecca all day at the coffee shop.
With this solid proof, the police could not detain me.
When Tom caught sight of me standing there, free and unchained, his face twisted with frustration. "Officer, she's the one who set the fire! Why isn't she in handcuffs? What if she bolts? She's a killer, for heaven's sake! You can't just let a murderer walk free!"
"Sir, are you instructing the police on how to enforce the law? It's not your place to decide if I'm an arsonist or a murderer. Keep making baseless accusations, and I'll sue you for defamation!"