Deputy Underwood took my statement. No smile or jokes. Strictly cop mode. He wrote my statement on his smartphone while another officer questioned bystanders, which there weren’t many. The neighboring stores around Teresa’s Bookstore were closed. The food places were located further down, and most people on the opposite end of Copper Street were leaving. A good Samaritan saw me and called for help. It was a shame he didn’t see who attacked me.
My head pounded while answering Underwood’s questions. Whoever attacked me came fast and fierce. A goose egg would be visible by morning. I felt embarrassed. Dad put me in self-defense classes during my teenage years. He and Stone constantly told me how I needed to be aware of my surroundings at all times. If I were, then I wouldn’t be in this situa
