The young officer tried to catch his breath. It was dark and cold, and the assailant had outfoxed him. He had heard the other officers complaining about the labyrinth of downtown alleys, but he had not believed them until now.
A woman screamed and came skittering toward him in glittery heels.
"Are you okay, ma'am?" he asked.
She was shaking, out of breath. "You have to help me!"
"What's the problem?"
"That man--that man was chasing me!"
"What did he look like?"
"I don't know; it was dark. He could have been you."
"Which way did he go?"
She was forgotten the moment she pointed. The officer took off running. Before him, the alley curved, but he thought he could see a sparkle of light from shoes just ahead of him, He ran harder, but the street came to a three-pronged fork.
He stopped and tried to catch his breath. It was dark and cold, and the assailant had outfoxed him. A woman screamed and came skittering toward him in glittery heels.
"Are you okay, ma'am?"
"You have to help me!"
"What's the problem?"
"That man--that man was chasing me!"
"What did he look like?"
"I don't know; it was dark. He could have been you."
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