Did some serious damage to a house being built next to us on a Mischief Night. Tomatoes thrown in a freshly painted house. Police investigated. I got blamed by my neighbor who was also a participant (and had the key to the house). I threw it back on him. We all were called to the police chief's house later in the week, he mentioned lie detector, and we all sang like canaries. Thought for sure that the builder would make us pay for it, but never did. Learned a very valuable lesson that night. No one even smashes a pumpkin in our town. Zero.
You folded under questioning.