The young reporter was nervous.
“They pinned it on me, the bastards,” said the prisoner. “I was there, but I didn't see anything. I didn't do anything. I swear on my mother’s grave. I tried to explain how things happened, but they didn't care. They wanted a scapegoat. Yeah, that’s right. So, here I am. The bastards pinned it on me.”
Years later, while reviewing old cases, the reporter found the photo they had published back then. Readers always enjoyed reading about familiar faces of the past. So, he decided to interview the prisoner’s mother, who was still very alive.