Maybe this really was karma, Nikos thought, dazed as he sat on the hard concrete, a stolen purse in one hand and a worn tennis shoe in the other.

His face ached. He really wasn’t sure what he did to deserve this, but as a strong hand grabbed hold of his shirt collar, and he met the eyes of a very angry girl, he really wished he had kept running.

“How dare you knock down on an old lady, you thief? Don’t you know how to treat your elders, you mother-” ...