He closed the car door. The little boy took one last furtive look out the window, but saw no one chasing them.
The little boy finally relaxed completely.
"I'm calling the police."
The driver reached for his phone.
Obviously, that person was most likely a human trafficker.
Or maybe a kidnapper looking to extort money?
Whatever he was, he certainly wasn't a good person.
This time, the man hadn't succeeded.
Who knew if there'd be a next time?
Maybe he even had a criminal record.
For the children's safety, the police had to catch this dangerous criminal as soon as possible.
The driver was about to dial the police—
Come to think of it, this was the first time he'd ever called the police for something other than a traffic dispute.
For some reason, the driver felt a little nervous.
"Wait!"
The little girl, who had been quiet all this time, lunged toward the driver's seat and reached out to cover the screen of the driver's phone.
The driver jumped.
He nearly dropped his phone.
"W-what are you doing?"
The driver stammered.
If she hadn't been a little girl, he probably wouldn't have managed to keep his words so gentle.
"Don't call the police."
The little girl leaned most of her body forward, staring straight at the driver.
Huh?
The driver was puzzled—
"Why?"
Those words hadn't come from the driver, even though they'd been right on the tip of his tongue.
Someone else had asked first.
The little boy.
The little boy thought the little girl didn't understand...
He explained to her, "That man's a bad guy."
"If you call the police, they can catch him."
"I know..."
The little girl pressed her lips together.
They were almost colorless.
"If