It was a warm evening. The crickets were chirping. The moon was barely peeking over south hill. Daisy Flowers was on her way home. She was thinking about who she should choose as her steady boyfriend. There were two young men who she was seeing. Marc Hawthorne was tall and a four year army veteran now in college. Grady Wooten was a construction worker who hauled hay in the summer.
Without any warning, Daisy was jerked to the ground. Her knees stung and the palm of her hands were scraped. Daisy’s left arm was twisted as her purse was wretched free. As she looked up she saw a fleeting man in jeans leap the fence next to her. He had her purse. “Come back here. Help! He has my purse.” Daisy screamed. No one heard her.
Daisy scrambled to her feet, pursuing her assailant. She rounded the fence and looked both ways. He was gone. Daisy ran a dozen steps farther to look down the alley. No one was in sight. A cat moved slowly all but hidden beside a bush. Daisy walked to a lighted house on the corner to use a phone. She called the night law, Billy Bianco.
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