"Hello, my little rose!" Daley's calm voice came over the phone just as I was about to despair. It gave me hope again.
"Please help me," I pleaded.
"At your service," Daley said. "There's a black car waiting for you outside the alley. Don't worry about the police. I've sent them away."
When I hung up, I looked in the direction of the alley. After making sure the two policemen hadn't caught up with me, I walked out of the alley and saw a black Maybach parked on the side of the road. The car door was open and I could see a light silver glow from the back seat.
It's Daley. He's sitting in the car.
"Are you spying on me?" I sat down beside him in a dejected tone. He's been following me. He even saw me sleeping in the park. He's just waiting for me to ask him for help.
"I told you that y
