The other officer leaned back in his chair. “Which is why we’ll be pulling security footage from the restaurant. If you want to contest the charge, it’ll go before a judge. Until then, this is possession. And intoxication.” Her mouth went dry. “So you’re saying I have to prove I didn’t do something,” she said, incredulous, “because someone else did?”
The officer didn’t answer that directly. “The footage will be reviewed,” he said instead. “If it supports your claim, it’ll help you. If it doesn’t, the citation stands.” By the time Daniel arrived, she was exhausted. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders immediately, murmuring reassurances that sounded right to everyone else in the room.