"I'm not trying to accuse you of anything," Bruce explained, taking a long sip of his coffee as he glanced around the small shop. "I just need to know where you were the night of the murder."

Usually, he would be doing this in an interrogation room but you were an old friend, and he didn't feel comfortable making you go through that process if you were innocent. Which he believed you were. But as sheriff, it was still his job to rule out every suspect and your alibi wasn't looking good.