questionable.
He told himself he only wanted to make sure he knew where she lived so he could have groceries delivered anonymously.
He also knew that explanation would not sound convincing if anyone asked.
He had seen her address in the employment file.
The neighborhood was a collection of narrow streets lined with triple-decker houses, small apartment buildings, old trees, and cars parked close together beneath the rain.
Adrian parked half a block away.
Marissa lived on the second floor of a faded blue house with white trim.
The building was modest but well maintained.
Warm yellow light glowed behind the curtains.
Adrian sat in his car, feeling increasingly foolish.
He should leave.
Tomorrow he could arrange the grocery allowance.
He could speak with Arthur.
He could investigate Rivergate through proper company channels.
There was no reason to be sitting outside Marissa’s home in the rain.
He reached for the
