One of them stepped forward and called my name.
« Yes, it’s me, » I replied, bewildered.
He looked at me for a moment, then uttered words that chilled my blood:
— You are a suspect in a murder case.
My mind went blank. What murder?
I stammered that I had simply helped an old lady carry her bags, but the police officers claimed that I was the last person seen with her.
They showed me the CCTV footage: me, carrying her supplies, entering the garden with her.
It was the last trace of her alive.
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