His knock was answered by a kind-looking older woman with graying blonde hair and glasses.
“Welcome to Second Chances. How may I help you?”
“My name is Richard Forrest, and I’m looking for Adrian Moore.”
She looked him up and down with skeptical eyes.
“It’s a social call, ma’am. We used to be good friends. I’m not bringing any trouble with me.”
“You have an honest face, so I’ll take you at your word. Come on inside, Mr. Forrest, but don’t make me regret it.”
Grandma had teeth. In just that short exchange, Richard had no doubt that she would find a way to make him regret his actions if he did screw up. He’d have to make sure he didn’t test that theory. He didn’t want to leave this place needing stitches.
Richard walked into the foyer and was awestruck at how well kept the place was.
