“Alms?” The beggar held out a tin cup and cocked his head, listening.
Blind, the thief thought.
“Young man,” the beggar wheezed. “Alms for the poor?”
The thief hesitated. On instinct, he peeked inside the cup and counted.
There were a few coins at the bottom, but the thief knew better than to consider swiping them. Not only was it bad luck, but…