FROM DOWN THE BLOCK, he watched Grant leave.
Give it about ten minutes, then do it.
He waited patiently, one eye on the clock inside the car. When he’d determined that Grant was just far enough away, he pulled up into Stella Williams’ driveway, walked briskly to her front door, and knocked.
“Well, hello!” she said.
“I had a couple of questions about your fundraiser coming up. May I come in?”
“Certainly! Right this way. Not often I get two handsome visitors in one day. I must be on a lucky streak,” she quipped, then cackled with amusement.
She stepped aside and let him enter, then turned her back to him and shut the front door. As she did, she heard a short beeping sound. Curious, she turned around to speak, and her blue eyes went wide with alarm.
He hadn’t moved further into the pre
