"Confronting the Evidence"

Ashley stormed back into the interrogation room, her eyes blazing with determination. "What evidence do you have?" she demanded, her voice shaking with emotion. "You said you had evidence, but I don't know what you're talking about." The officer raised an eyebrow, a smug expression on his face. "This," he said, holding up a phone. Ashley's eyes widened as she saw the phone. "That's my dad's phone," she said, her voice filled with confusion. "But that's not mine. I don't know how it got there." The officer's expression didn't change. "Your friend, Alex, identified this phone as yours," he said, his voice firm. "He said you were using it on the night of the incident." Ashley's eyes narrowed. "That's not true," she said, her voice rising. "Alex must have made a mistake. That phone belongs to my dad." The officer leaned forward, his eyes glinting with intensity. "So, you're saying that your dad's phone was somehow involved in this incident, and you're not?" Ashley hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She didn't want to get her dad in trouble, but she also didn't want to lie. She debated on what to say, her mind racing with possibilities. Finally, she shrugged. "I don't know what to say," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The officer's expression hardened. "Fine," he said, his voice cold. "We'll take that as a confession of guilt." Ashley's eyes widened in horror as the officer cuffed her again. "No," she cried, her voice rising in panic. "That's not what I meant. I didn't confess to anything." The officer just smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with malice. Ashley felt a chill run down her spine as she realized that she was in grave danger. She had to think fast, come up with a plan to prove her innocence before it was too late. But for now, she was trapped, cuffed and helpless, at the mercy of the police.