Taken to the station
Mark was confronted in a cold, sterile room by a detective. The room was dimly lit, and only one overhead lamp cast long and dark shadows. The detective, displaying his experience, drilled Mark relentlessly. “Where is that object from? Why was it buried in your garden?” Unwavering, he demanded.
Mark, eager to have his audience believe him, told them the entire story of the email and its previous owner. The detective dismissed this explanation with a dismissive gesture. Mark was filled with a sense dejection as the hours went by and the walls closed around him. Mark’s story was not believed by anyone.
