I was in Oakland at the time, but since the guns were found in different counties, officers from each one showed up. Almost a dozen officers showed up from SF, Oak, Richmond, and Berkeley and raided my house while I was in my draws, studying for a midterm and babysitting my daughter. Pulled me outside, laid me on the lawn in front of the neighborhood, and arrested me at gunpoint in nothing but my underwear while my daughter was in side by herself in a bouncy chair, and threatening to shoot my dog.
They thought i stayed in berkeley, because that's what was on my license. My mom was on chemo at the time and they all showed up at 5:30 in the morning. They kept her in her bathrobe and wouldn't let her put on her wig until they got to my house in the O and made contact. Once they did, she rushed over with my aunt wearing nothing but a bathrobe. While they were searching (ransacking) my house, one of the berkeley officers told her that he doubted that I did it from what he was seeing. I was put in the back of the squad car, they took me out to the city, drove by the house to ask if I'd ever been there, and then took me to the jail house where they interrogated me. They framed it was just wanting to ask a couple questions, and me, being a dumbass obliged, since I figured I was innocent anyways. After a couple hours, they told me they were going to get a polygraph expert and that they would be placing me in lockup for another couple hours. Well that never happened, those couple hours turned to a couple days, and that's where I ended up in front of the judge that read fabricated against me in order to deny my bail request.
Luckily during the interrogation, they didn't get anything they could use against me, but it was a definitely a lesson learned. Never talk to the cops under any circumstances. Innocent or not. They are not your friends. I already knew this, but it really drove home the point for me.