Ok, it was Monday night, around 10:00. Someone was banging on my door. I considered dialing 9-1-1. But answered it instead. There were two men on my porch, one in uniform, the other wearing a polo shirt with Fraternal Order of Police on it. They accused me of breaking the window of the local Arby's with a cane the previous Wednesday. They claimed an Arby's employee had seen me walking around on Sunday, recognized me, followed me home and found my address.
I'm presently limping on a damaged left leg. But I don't use a cane. I was too busy baking cupcakes that Wednesday night to go breaking windows, even if I had the inclination. I wasn't walking much of anywhere on Sunday, since my leg hurt.
I explained all this, but they insisted I was the person who had broken the window. The man in the polo shirt, who claimed to be a detective, insisted I should confess and offer to make restitution, or I would be charged with the crime.
They left after the "detective" said he would show my photograph to the Arby's employees and if any of them recognized me, I would be charged. I didn't give them a photgraph of myself. While I expected to be taken down to the station and photgraphed, that didn't happen either. They left in separate, unmarked cars. The whole thing was frightenning, and decidedly queer. I'm now wondering if the "detective" was a police officer at all. Any thoughts?