"I had just come from breakfast -- I had a croissant with Nutella -- and I had stopped at a cannoli place, so I had all these bags with me," she said. "All of a sudden this guy wearing these really awful boots speedwalked by me and stepped on my grey suede shoes."
Smith confronted the man, who eventually walked into a different compartment -- but not before giving her the finger. "I thought he was just having a bad day," she said.
Smith confronted the man, who eventually walked into a different compartment -- but not before giving her the finger. "I thought he was just having a bad day," she said.
Smith was right, but she never would have guessed why: the man in the awful boots was an assassin, and his target was after him.
The altercation had started just minutes before in a nearby park, where Frank Francis was going about his everyday routine. "I was in the park doing something -- it's not important what -- and all of a sudden I hear these shots, and this woman pushing a stoller got shot." Francis recalled seeing the man run towards a building, where he spotted a dark figure holding a sniper rifle. "I got the hell out of there," he said. "I'm pretty sure the woman was dead anyway, and the baby was gonna be fine."
The sniper was Pierre Nicoli, a French national accused of smuggling heroin, and the man in the park was James "Popeye" Doyle, a detective on the case.
Having missed Doyle by inches, Nicoli fled onto a train.
(In terms of reliability, Priscilla Smith was a 9, Frank Francis a 5)
