The stolen car accusation
“My son’s car was stolen by an officer,” his father declared to the desk sergeant, his voice sharp with irritation.
The sergeant looked up from his paperwork, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “A police officer?” he asked skeptically, noting down the details with a slow, deliberate motion.
“Yes,” the father insisted, his frustration boiling over. “He handcuffed my son, stole his car, and left him stranded.”
The sergeant’s pen paused, his gaze shifting between the father and Daryl.