"Papa, I think he's here," she whispered when he answered. "I don't know what to do."
"Are you armed?"
"No, Papa."
"You're supposed to carry at least a knife every time you leave the house. In any case, I'm on my way, darling," he said with disapproval. "You know how to defend yourself, and you can turn even a man into a rock with your magic. You have nothing to fear. Go to the bed and breakfast and wait for me."
"Yes, Papa."
He hung up. She shoved the phone and her hands in her pockets to keep them warm as she picked her way through the littered alley.