I’d gone to the hospital to have my injuries checked out. The minor cut on my scalp barely warranted attention, but I made sure the doctor dressed it up dramatically. A thick white bandage wound conspicuously over my hair, complete with a ridiculous mesh cap.

By the time I arrived at the police station to give my statement, they'd already finished questioning Xyla.

Surveillance footage from my office spelled everything out. The video left no doubt about who was at ...