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Pryce closed the folder he’d been reviewing and pushed it aside. He was missing something. He knew he was. It bugged him. He wasn’t a detective, so he didn’t have an obligation to solve this, but he wanted to. He wanted to stop the vigilante. She was putting people at risk and going to end up dead herself.
Another woman had channeled her inner-vigilante and wound up in the hospital for it. A purse snatcher tried to run off with her handbag, and the woman fought back. Good for her, but the man was a foot taller than her and had fifty pounds on her, according to witnesses. He easily overpowered her and shoved her to the ground. The ground was unfortunately next to the road, and she ended up in the path of traffic.
The driver stopped, the witnesses called nine-one-one, but the purse sna
