#Chapter 317: Stranger Danger

Olivia “So, Miss, you say someone pushed you from behind?” the portly police officer asked me, jotting notes onto a tiny notepad. “Yes,” I replied, my voice more shaky than I would’ve liked. “But I didn’t see his face, only a hood. He was quick, and by the time we had a chance to look, he vanished.” The police took down the rest of our statements, then proceeded to comb the area. Two other officers climbed the monument, their flashlights cutting through the growing darkness. I hoped beyond hope that they would come back down with the hooded man in handcuffs, discovering that it was all a freak incident caused by a crazy person. But it was all for nothing. After an exhaustive search, the police came back to us empty-handed. No signs of the hooded man, and no witnesses to the incident either. “We’ve swept the area,” one officer reported, holstering his flashlight. “There’s no trace of anyone matching the description you’ve given. And sadly, none of the tour