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Chapter Sixty-Two
Thieves in the Alley
A scrawny, middle-aged woman with long stringy hair stepped from behind the man. She pulled a small, thin dirk from the folds of her tattered skirts. The couple inched closer while Keelan and Marcel placed their things on the ground. Marcel untied his purse and dropped it next to his feet.
The woman laughed humorlessly. “Look, Errol, he wants me ter come git it. Maybe he thinks while I’m down there I’ll do ‘im a nicer service, eh?”
The man growled and shoved the woman toward the purse. “Kick the coins to me and go through his pockets.”
“Hell, no, I ain’t gittin’ too close to ‘im.” She walked around Marcel and pointed her dirk at Keelan. “You, boy, pick up the purse and bring it here to me, now!”
Keelan swallowed and reached down for the purs
