“I’m not a victim. I defended myself.” Venom shot from her eyes. “I amnota victim.”
An instinct prickled the hair on the back of my neck. There was more to this story, I was sure of it.
“Let’s go back to your attacker,” I said, redirecting. “Did he say anything to you?”
“No.”
“Not even mutter something during the attack?”
“No.”
“Think,Sunny.”
“No.Nothing was said.”
“What about anything on him? You said you didn’t see a knife, but did he have anything else in his hands? Any kind of weapon? A stick? A gun? A cell phone? Did you notice anything at all?”
“No.”
“No, as in, he didn’t have a weapon, or you didn’t notice one?”
“I didn’t see a weapon.” For the first time, she paused,looking up in deep thought. “That’s weird, right? That he didn’t have a weapon?”
“You’re only assuming he didn’t.”
“Why wouldn’t he have used it, then?” Her eyes rounded in epiphany. “Do you think he intended to abduct me?”
“You tell me.”
Her back straightened, this new line of thinking spinning her wheels. “I don’t know…”
I sat back, contemplating my next question.
“Did you notice if your attacker had a limp?”
“A limp?”
“Yes.”
“No, not that I noticed.”
“Are you sure? Maybe you subconsciously noticed while he was running up? Or maybe he favored a right or left leg during the attack?”
She shook her head.
“Okay. Same questions for this third mystery person now. The person who threw you to the ground and killed your attacker. You’re sure you didn’t get a look at him or her?”
“I’m positive. Trust me, if I did, you’d have a sketch already.”
“Did you notice anything about the person? Clothes, hat or no hat, weapon, tattoos, skin color, hair color, anything?”
“No. I’m sorry.”
“Limp?”
“No.”
“Like a ghost, then.”
