“Are you okay?” Daley stared at my arm. “Your arm is injured.”

“I was robbed just now, and the robber pushed me down.” I noticed that there was a scratch on my arm. “It's all right.”

“I'll clean your wound when we get back to the hotel.”

“Why did you send someone to follow me?” If I hadn't thought I was being followed, I wouldn't have strayed into the alley, let alone been robbed. The arrow of anger in me was pointed at Daley.

“Martin and Felix are your protectors,” Daley explained patiently. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But why are you here?”

“I'm meeting a friend,” I lied....