He stood in the dimly lit alley, rifling through a bag. It had belonged to a woman, maybe twenty years old, and full of life. He didn’t think about her. He didn’t care.

She now lay a few steps from him, barely breathing. Her blonde hair lay in a crown around her pale face. “All I have is £5” she had told him. He didn’t care.

Only a handful of steps away, the Main Street was bustling. Busy shoppe...