He stopped and kneeled down at the side of the road. One single poker chip remained on the concrete next to the unconscious woman.
Maybe she’d got desperate he wondered.
He’d seen the chaos at the job centre. A lot of people were finding themselves stuck in the thick of money troubles.
She didn’t look like a gambler. Her purse lay next to her, its velvet folds splattered on the pavement and he had a random impulse to take it. He needed every penny he could get but John couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wasn’t
that desperate yet.
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