***
“Is he dead?” I asked.
Asher slowly made his way forward and lifted the man’s cloak off. He was much skinner than I initially thought, and he was just wearing several layers of clothes underneath. His hair was ruffled and thinning in several places, and he looked like he hadn’t eaten properly in days.
“He’s still alive,” Asher said as he stood up. “Just out cold. I didn’t realise I punched him that hard.”
“Any idea who he is?” I asked.
“Nope,” he replied with a shrug. “Probably just some filthy thief who thought he could make a quick buck in the storm. He probably didn’t even expect us to be home. I say we call the cops.”
From the way he looked at him in disgust, I could tell that he had no clue who the man was. Which meant that Amelia was the only one who knew him, and she ha
