i approached cautiously, knowing what i knew. i was glad my companion sat closer to him than i did. also, i was near the door. if he got violent, i could immediately siam.
"hi sir," my companion greeted him "we need to know some things from you."
he nodded, compliant and ready.
we started our amateur grilling. our questions unfocused, his answers and stories even more so.
the poor man kept focusing on the injustice done to him, his voice raising each time he recalled how the victim laid hands on him. this was not the first time he was accused of attacking someone and yet, was trying to claim the exact opposite.
the man was confused - his testimony was scanty, haphazard and misdirected. my companion looked at me - a light shake of the head. i looked away, puzzled.
he played up the injustice done to him. he adamantly denied he did anything alleged. he realled things that didn't seem to make sense. as a result, my companion, at the end of it was not convinced of his story. so was my supervisor.
but i believed him. or at least, the fact that he really thought this was what happened.
he was old, ridden with medical conditions (including brain damage), honest, ready and cooperative (albeit a little heated up).
my supervisor asked me to write a report turning him down.
i wrote a report accepting his application and handed it up to said supervisor.
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