Hunted

''You live nearby? You need a ride?''
She stopped and looked at him: a chubby guy with a beard, younger than her father, but older than a teenager. She could never guess the ages of adults.
''You need some help?'' the man asked again. ''I can''t fix your bike, but I can give you a lift. It''s no trouble.''
''Uh, no thanks. I better not.''
He looked nice enough, and in all her twelve years she''d neve...