Mystery
The Purse and Park
A light drizzle was falling as Alister left his home, grabbing his umbrella as he went through the door, nearly slipping on the black ice that had formed on his step when a scream could be heard. He looked around when a suspicious figure was running from the park entrance and Alister began his chase and stopped when he heard a faint call for help in the darkness. Turning around, he entered the park where he noticed someone lying on the ground and rushed over to the victim's side. He grabbed his phone and began to dial the police when a small hand reached up and grabbed his sleeve, looking down he looked into the blue tear streaked eyes of a young lady that had just been assaulted. Her jacket had been torn, and she gripped the remainder of the strapped that used to be her purse. He reached down and asked if she was feeling okay and offered to help her up and asked if she needed help to get to the police station when her eyes went wide with fear and he just looked at her and asked if she knew who it was and she said she didn't. Alister then looked around when he noticed a small scrap of paper on the ground next to where the girl had been laying then picking it up he noticed part of an address on it and asked the girl if she knew it and she said she didn't. He then helped the young girl back to his apartment when he asked her what she was doing in the park at this hour and she said she was meeting someone there that her friend set up for her and thought she was safe there, when he asked her if she knew the name of the person she was suppose to meet and she said she didn't when he handed her his phone her and asked her to call her.
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