Just as Jenny was about to defend herself, the officer cut in, his tone accusatory. His eyes narrowed, reflecting a mix of suspicion and certainty. “So, you’ve stolen these, haven’t you?” he asserted, his voice hard and unyielding. “These look real enough to be valuable. Don’t tell me you’re involved in smuggling?” His gaze bore into her, as if trying to unearth secrets she didn’t possess.
Jenny was dumbfounded. The situation had taken yet another turn for the worse. Not only was the officer unnecessarily aggressive, but he was now trying to frame her as a criminal. Her mind went into overdrive, trying to figure out how to defuse this escalating situation. The recording on her phone was still running, but she knew she needed to handle this carefully.