Cop Behind Me

I was walking as I frequently do to the Village by the Grange to grab a Thai dinner before a later meeting. As I was about to turn onto the path running past Butterfield Park, I heard a voice behind me asking how I was doing today? I turned and the speaker was a cop, with a bicycle. Again, he asked me how I was doing. Then he informed me that a man had tried to twist two doorknobs open on Sullivan Street and somebody at 11 Sullivan had indentified me as the man. What! this was unbelievable! The cop again asked me if he had been attempting to push or twist a couple of doors open on Sullivan Street. By this time, I was able to tell him that I did no such thing without sounding too defensive or angry. But I was angry. The cop asked for ID, and I showed him my photo health card. He asked where I lived and I realized I had no identification with me that provided an address and I almost panicked. Then I realized I could tell him the address, which he wrote down. He held onto my photo card and made a phone call to somebody, giving that somebody my name. Then he told me I could go. I gave into temptation and asked him who lived at 11 Sullivan, and of course he couldn’t answer that question. But I was very curious to know who was and is that asshole. Who did I know who lived on Sullivan, and why might they want to frame me. Or….was there indeed a door knob-turner that the cop needed to apprehend; or was there something about me that he needed to confront?