“Fine. Ask me
whatever you want,” you say. “I’m innocent, and I’m sure I can prove it.”
You tell them
everything you can remember from the night before, then explain to them that
you can’t remember what happened next or how you got home. The police don’t
believe you at first, but then they have a doctor come in to check you out.
After running
several tests that involved very big needles, the doctor announces that you are
telling the truth.
“I found evidence
that this teenager was given a large dose of sleeping medicine around 8 p.m.
last night. There is no way this kid could have stolen the car or attacked the
car’s owner,” the doctor confirms.
The police say you are free to go and
leave the room.
You try to thank the doctor but he says, “Don’t thank me. Thank
your friend Taniquia. She is the one who paid me to tell the police you
couldn’t have been involved.” He turns to leave, but then adds, “Oh, and the
next time you see her, tell her she still owes me for that time I helped her
out with that robbery in Jamaca.”
Confused, you go
right from the police station to Taniquia’s house. No one is home, but you
decide to wait on the porch until you get some answers.
You wait all day, but
no one ever comes home. Taniquia and her family have disappeared. You never
find out what happened that night, or who Taniquia really was.
THE END
