Abby
I can’t believe I’m back at the police station again. It feels like deja vu, but I’m here on something new this time. Rather than a potential arson, I’m here because someone may have poisoned the food at the Alpha gathering and framed me.
Although, perhaps those two events are related.
I’m standing at the front desk, clutching the USB drive containing the tampered footage from my restaurant’s CCTV cameras. The officer on duty, Officer Harris, looks at me with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity on his face.
“Ma’am, let me get this straight. You’re saying that someone tampered with these tapes?” Officer Harris asks, his tone guarded.
I nod, my determination unwavering. “Yes, I’m certain of it. There’s a clear discrepancy between the footage from my restaurant’s cameras and anoth
