The streetlight hit it just right, sending a sparkling gleam back to his eye as he stepped off the curb. One in a million chance. He started to grin as he registered the watch under the grating. The gold watch.
Finders, keepers.
Dropping to his knees, the grin widened. A Patek Philippe. Thirty gees easy. Linda was hungry for luxuries and, unfortunately, she had some taste. He was almost broke but this'd keep him laid for another six months.
He stretched out, fingers straining. She was hungry for money. He was hungry for her.
Ker-runch. Something was hungry for him.