"I'm sorry, motorcycle shooting?" Vivian asked feigning confusion.
"Yes. You saw what happened at the bar did you not? We didn't find any traces of alcohol in your system so you couldn't have drunk too much and forgotten" Detective Janet lowered her pen and book.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand. Bar? What bar?" Vivian knew what trick Detective Janet was trying to pull had had no intention of indulging her.
"Alright, tell me about the car explosion then?" Janet changed her question raising her note and pen again to write.
"I was only in it for a moment. I heard a whizzing sound and the driver ahead of me collapsed on the wheel with blood and a hole on the back of his head. I think the bullet may have been for me but..."
"Please just tell us what happened" Detective Janet interrupted h
