Wood's group ran in after him, the sound of rapid footsteps breaking the silence of the room.
"Three..." Alex signaled to them with his eyes, a look full of pleading, then personally carried the little girl quickly out the door, trying to shield the child from the cold air in the room.
"Four, five..." He placed the child at the door, asking the vegetable vendor auntie who had a stall by the shop entrance and was looking in curiously to help watch her.
The vegetable vendor knew Mrs. Stella's granddaughter; usually, she also received some bread crumbs from Mrs. Stella's help. Although she was very curious about what exactly had happened for so many police to arrive, seeing Alex's grave expression, she still nodded, agreeing to hold and look after the little girl.
"Six, seven..." The counting voice of the child grew fainter.
