In the police station, Harry Zachary explained with an innocent look on his face, "Officer, there must be a mistake. How could there be contraband in my car?"
"We'll know if it's a mistake after testing!" The captain glanced at him coldly and pinched a bit of powder to sniff.
"Officer, someone must be framing me..." Harry Zachary argued persistently. He never touched contraband, but there were plenty of people in the circle who did. Not being involved didn't mean he hadn't seen it. In fact, when he saw the police find the item in the compartment of his car door, he had a rough idea of what it was.
"Framing?" The captain put the powder back into the small plastic bag and flicked his fingers with a sneer, "Are you implying we planted it? Let me tell you, be honest with me. We carry recorders when we enforce the law!"
