30Twenty-two year old Simone Guyanet was walking home alone from the gala, a little tipsy and ready for bed. Just that week, she had finally moved out of her parents’ house and gotten her own place near the center of town. As she passed the Presse, something flashed to the side, a quick movement, a furtive shape in her peripheral vision.
She faltered.
Then she walked faster, looking forward to getting to the apartment that was all hers and climbing into her freshly made bed. Out from the space between two buildings, a man stepped just after she went by. Silently he followed, and in a few strides had reached her, put his hand over her mouth, and tried to pull her into the darkness, down the alley next to a clothing shop.
Simone wrenched her body violently to one side and his grip loosene
