Squinting at the magnificent bloody sunset and the black clouds whipping in from the Atlantic, Kristen stretched her legs and pulled the wrap tighter about her shoulders against the rapidly cooling air. She was happy with life right now: dollars in her pocket and dagga and drink in her bag, a smile spreading over her face at the thought of dancing at Indra’s all night. This couldn’t last, of course, it never did; but her luck tended to come in runs and maybe the mugged tourist’s bag was the start of such a run.