Chapter 22
Evan closed the office and drove to a florist shop where he bought a dozen deep pink roses and the biggest box of chocolates they had. The whole time he was in the shop, he kept looking over his shoulder, feeling eyes on him again. Damn. He’d been around Jablonski for too long. The whole world wasn’t spying on him—he just wasn’t that interesting.
Two hours later, Evan pulled up in front of Loften Manor Assisted Living and looked up at the pristine white pillars that flanked the entrance. He was always captivated by the quiet beauty of the place. The sprawling brick mansion had been converted into an assisted living center some twenty years earlier. Great care had been taken to maintain the original antebellum atmosphere of the place. Despite the medical equipment scattered aro
