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I looked at my watch, and my heart did a nervous little skip that felt like a warning. I had exactly twenty-five minutes to get across town to a high-rise office for a position that could finally end my six-month streak of unemployment. My suit was pressed, my CV was tucked safely in my leather folder, and I had exactly fifty pounds in my wallet—the very last of my emergency savings, down to the final safety net. I started helping her anyway, crouching down to look under the bus stop bench and behind a nearby trash bin, but the wind was picking up, rain slicing sideways, and the money was gone without a trace.
