“My virtue?”
“Yes. Had that occurred, I would have insisted on an investigation, but that did not seem to be your assailant’s goal. Also, I assure you that I did only the most circumspect of inspections.”
“It was a medical exam,” I say. “It’s fine. Now, regardless of whether there’s an investigation, I would like to jar my memory if possible. I fear I was assaulted by someone familiar to me, someone I might trust.”
He frowns. “There was no evidence it was anything but a random assault.”
Was it? The detective in me can’t help analyzing what I heard that night. The first cry had sounded like a playful squeal, as if Catriona had been surprised by someone she knew. Someone she knew well? Or a mere acquaintance?
Again, not my monkey. Not my circus. With any luck, Catriona will return today and be able to name the attacker herself.
“Will you tell me where it happened?” I ask.
“I will take you there.”
I shake my head. “You have better things to do, sir.”
“I do not at the moment. Also, as I said, it is not the neighborhood for a young woman. I insist on escorting you.”