The woman furrowed her brows. “I was walking back home from my job in the Mayor’s Office down this alleyway when I was jumped by a scary man. He demanded that I give him my purse. When I refused, he hit me over the head, knocked me out, and stole my purse.”
Bolt looked down at her body and saw that the woman was correct. Her purse was definitely missing. Her story did make Bolt sigh slightly, though, because it meant that purse-snatchers existed even here in Nexus City.
Guess, like NYC, purse-snatchers are another multiversal constant, Bolt thought.
“So how long ago was that?” said Bolt.
The woman furrowed her brows even more. “I … I’m not sure. I just woke up. I haven’t checked the time. I really need to get home. My children are waiting for me and if I don’t get back to them soon—”
