I was shocked at the words that came out of the officers mouth. How could they think that I had stabbed some girl. My mind seemed to be frozen in time until I noticed . . . .
. . . the credentials hanging from his jacket pocket said C.I.A – as in Central Intelligence Agency.
Since when did the CIA start investigating stabbings of poor girls?
This had to be a dream. A joke. A prank. This had to be something other than reality.
“Mr. Georges, tell me exactly where you were last night at 7:30PM!”
Nothing was coming to mind. Why was I drawing a blank?
**blogger’s note** This is my contribution to @velvetverbosity’s 100 word challenge at http://velvetberbosity.com This weeks word is CREDENTIALS