Memory Wipe
Part 2
I’ve been sitting in my car in the parking lot of the police station for ten minutes now. I’m not even the one in trouble, but I’m too nervous to go inside. The officer I spoke to on the phone wanted me and Tom to come down and give our official statements on what happened the night of the bar fight. Or at least, what we could remember of it.
That night, when we talked to the officers on the scene, Tom and I were both pissed. We were pissed at the old Mark, though. Now that Mark was a more likable human being, we were having serious second thoughts about throwing him under the bus that night.
Couldn’t put that genie back in the bottle now.