The dark-skinned woman turned and peered into Iris’s eyes, causing Iris to finally look away with shame. “You should be damn glad you’re white and good-looking. They must not have aimed at you first,” she said angrily.

Iris began crying. “I…I felt something hit my back.”

“Are you wounded?” she asked, her voice softening and concern showing in her face. “Do you feel any pain? Is there any blood?”

“I just feel numb.”

The Spanish woman ran her hand over Iris’s backpack and stuck her finger in a hole. “Mira. Mira,” she cried. “Look. Look.”

Iris removed the backpack and saw the holes. She unzipped the backpack, withdrew the hammer and license plates and found bullets on the bottom of the pack. She cradled them in her palm and cried.

“God was with you,” the dark-skinned woman said.

The Hispanic woman blessed herself and looked adoringly at Iris. “Miracle. Miracle. Just like me.”

Iris learned later that the woman was an illegal immigrant on her way to a safe house run by the nuns. They would get her a fake green card, find her a job and a decent place to live. They were not about to contact the police and tell them they had Iris in their custody because they didn’t want to jeopardize their network of safe houses. Besides, they were appalled by the way Terry was shot.

Onlookers later testified that Terry was trying to surrender when the police opened fire. Her family received nearly a million dollars in compensation from the town. The police were furious and would never give up looking for Iris after that. Officer Rogers left the department under a cloud of suspicion.