Neighbor Says My Sports Car Killed Her Dad, But It's a Model

At the company's new product launch, I was on stage, mid-presentation, speaking with ease. Then a group of officers burst in, forced me to the floor right there, cuffed me, and hauled me off to the police station. The whole room erupted. Camera flashes kept firing. At the station, my neighbor Frieda Walker rushed over and slapped me across the face. "Louise Gilbert! You ran my father down with your car, so why didn't you stop? Why didn't you save him?"