It felt as if hours had passed since Christina was trapped in the bathroom with her attacker. Mark Aaron Mitchell, that was his name. Officer Shaughnessy had told her. Apparently she wasn’t the first woman he had attacked; the police had been searching for him for quite some time. His MO was similar each time—visit a place of business and linger until closing time, then trap a female employee in the bathroom to sexually assault her. Christina hadn’t heard about his attacks before, but she had to admit she didn’t really pay attention to local news. She checked Yahoo!’s homepage every couple of days, but she was always more interested in entertainment or fashion than crimes in her area. This was Richmond, after all. Not as large a city as New York or L.A., perhaps, but the police still kept
