He crossed carefully, every step quiet against the damp pavement. Lucky padded beside him, silent and sharp-eyed. Joshua edged up to a dumpster near the alley mouth and peered around. A weak overhead bulb flickered like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to stay alive.
Inside the alley, a woman was backed against the wall. Her purse was clutched tight to her chest. A man loomed over her, greasy coat hanging open, one hand outstretched, the other holding a knife. “Come on,” the man growled. “Don’t be stupid.”