Grace Whitaker was walking down the sidewalk, when all of a sudden a man came up to her. Before she knew what was happening, he had taken her purse and run off with it. Being after dark, she didn't get a clear look at the man's face. She made it to a payphone, dialed 911, and waited for the dispatcher to come on the phone.
"Yes, this is Sheriff Eckheazr, how may I help you?"
"I've been purse napped," Grace replied. "A man came and took it."
"Where are you?" Eckheazr asked.
"Off the corner of Main St."
"Did you see the man's face?"
"No sir, but I did notice that he was wearing leather pants and a jacket colored red."
"I've got police on the way. They'll be there soon, mam, just keep on the line til they get there."
"Yes, sir."
About seven minutes later, a police car showed up, and four officers got out. They saw Grace standing by the payphone and approached her.
"Mam, are you all right?" One officer asked.
"Yes, he went that way," Grace said, pointing northward.
"Wait here, we'll be right back."
They took off suddenly, leaving Grace alone. No cars went by, but the streetlights were on luckily, so she wasn't in total darkness. When Grace heard a rustle of leaves behind her, she thought it was a bird or squirrel, so she didn't look back. Two seconds later, something solid and steel-like hit the back of her head, and she was out cold.
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