About 30 years ago a troublemaker was shot in the head three times. (eventually ruled suicide
)
I had just flown in fron Dutch Harbor and when I got home at about 2000 I found I was out of propane so I headed back downtown. to try borrow a bottle from a friend, A cop saw me walking and offered me a ride, which I accepted.
I told him my dileimma and he offered me the hospitality of the jail.
I gratefully accepted.
That night the dude got shot in Dutch.
Now I was not really accused, but it was known I had crossed swords with the deceased and the Kodiak police department was curious. They wanted to ask me a couple of questions.
The first question was regarding my whereabouts on the night of the deed.
When I pointed out I was in kodiak at the time, they asked me if there was anyone that could prove it.
When I told him to check the records of the distinguished visitors of pokey for the evening in question, there was a dumb look on the officers face and the questioning stopped then and there.
It doesn't get any better than that.