A spy at the presidential villa?

Racheal told the cops all she remembered,

From the point she began to feel uncomfortable when she went to bed that night, till she heard the thud against her bed: a thud she suspected was the intruder miscalculating her steps and hitting her foot against the bed.

She recounted their struggle for the gun, hitting the intruder, and seeing the intruder’s frame in the brief light from the storm’s lightning.

“If the light was brief, how can you be so sure it was a woman?” The lead cop asked.

“We struggled against each other for a long time.” Racheal said.

“That does not mean anything.” The other cop interjected.

“You don’t think I will recognize a woman’s breast against my body even if we were fighting in the dark?” Racheal asked.

The cops had the grace to blush and feel uncomfortable at her comment.

“Do you think the lights in your room were tampered with, or the storm made them faulty?”

“I don’t know, when I got to my living room though, the lights were on. But so were my bedroom lights