The alleys opened into a small square, the centre glazed by a circle of sunlight. Here there was a waterless stone fountain, the stone cracked in a dozen places. On the fountain’s basin there lay a cluster of well-used money, held together by a clip. Assuming all the notes were the same, it looked around . . . quite a lot. Jay hesitated. His instinct told him not to take it. But he had no money. He couldn’t rely on Alexia; for all he knew, he might not even see her again. He would need to eat again before the day was out. And in a town like this, what else might he need the money for?
