Seventeen-year-old Sammy Adams was running down the sidewalk alongside Floradora Avenue, no doubt a little faster than he should. He was late for work. Again. Today was inventory day and he knew what the boss would do if he didn’t get there on time.
Doris Daudy, a woman of approximately 38 years old, was walking north on Maroa toward her home just north of the Tower District. Her purse was slung over one shoulder, her arms wrapped around grocery bags. She never minded the walk; it was just a few blocks. And although there was an occasional purse-snatching in the area, she’d walked this route for years without problems and felt perfectly safe.
