Carly walked quickly, her head down. Not that she had anywhere in particular to go, but you were much more likely to be stopped if you looked like you were loitering. Uncle Mike didn't like loitering.
It got dark early these days, and most of the street lights were broken, so every doorway and alley was in deep shadow. It was getting cold, too. She put her hands in the pockets of her pea jacket.
Dinner had been most unsatisfying. She had almost no money left, and she'd allowed Danny to take her to dinner. Having her stomach full was a big improvement, but several times during the meal she'd asked herself if it was really worth it.
And now here she was, in an alley illuminated by a single yellow bulb, looking down at Danny's body. She thought back a few hours.