The Hooded Man

The detective rushed back and stopped at the doorway. “Could you, by any chance, describe him for me?” She asked. “It’s impediment to our case.”
I scrunched up my nose, thinking. “He was wearing a black trench coat and ski mask…and he had a hood covering his head.” She went pale.
“A hood?” I nodded. “Ms. Reed,” she said slowly, her voice shaking. “ You’re lucky to be alive.”