The man's name was Dale Quinn. Sober now, but the way he looked at Eleanor still made her skin crawl.
She hadn't expected him to flip the story on her first.
"He came at me. I defended myself, officer. There are cameras all through that club check the footage yourselves."
Dale stood with his arms crossed, unbothered by any of it.
"We already pulled the footage. Didn't see any harassment. Just you kicking him."
Eleanor's stomach dropped.
Even doctored footage should've been catchable by anyone actually doing their job. This wasn't incompetence.
This was collusion.
She was looking at real detention now, and the officers wanted a family contact.
She stood there, phone in hand, knuckles bleaching white.
Family.
Her mother locked away in a memory care unit, no help there.
Which left
