“We are the local police force, tell us your name as we interview you,” said the man at my door. “Wendy Mo,” I stammered.
“Good, you answered honestly as the person who worked with a wanted criminal, Orville Salk.”
“What do you mean ‘worked with’?” I asked.
“He came in the house and you let him out perfectly free and with no scratches.”
“He came into my house with a gun sir. He was gonna fire if I didn’t let him go without hitting him.”
“Oh really? He always comes to this house when he breaks a crime.”
“I just moved in a few weeks ago. Surely he didn’t break a law in the last few weeks?”