Undone by Moonlight. Wendy Etherington

they have.” Though he turned away, she heard him mutter, “Not that double vision of you is a bad thing.”

      She ignored the compliment. Given their unsteady relationship, she thought she’d be wiser to focus on the assault. “And you never got a sense of anybody behind you? A movement? A shadow? A smell even?”

      “Nothing.”

      “Do you remember what hit you? The guy didn’t strike you with his bare hand. He had to be holding something.”

      “A bat, I guess.”

      She planted her hands on her hips. “Some guy wandered down Ninth Avenue with a bat, then darted into an alley and nobody questioned him?”

      “It was dark and chilly,” Devin said, narrowing his eyes. “Maybe the guy wore a coat.”

      “Did he?” she shot back.

      “How should I—” He paused, cocking his head. “Maybe I passed somebody as I was walking.”