Chapter 7

            Beverly had just finished giving her statement to the cop in uniform. Her black tights were ruined, but it kept her legs and knees from getting scraped up. Half her palm was red from where she had caught herself falling all the way on the ground when that jerk mugger slung her to the ground. All in all she was fine – physically.

            Bruce was talking to a sergeant in uniform. Beverly began walking up the sidewalk to them. As she was, two EMTs wheeled the mugger on a gurney pass Bruce and the cop.

            “God damn,” the sergeant eased out. “You said you roughed him up a little.”

            The mugger’s eyes were crossed. Cotton was up his nose and his upper lip looked