Caldwell stood frozen in the doorway, his round face, usually flushed with self-importance, was now completely drained of color, his balding head gleaming under the new light.
His small eyes darted from Darren to the escort and back, his pudgy hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. The jacket he'd shrugged off lay crumpled on the floor like a discarded skin.
"How... how the hell did you know where I live?" Caldwell stammered, his voice pitching higher than usual.
He took a hesitant step forward, his short, stocky frame shrinking even more under Darren's unyielding gaze. "And how did you get in here? This is a secure building!"
Darren remained seated in the armchair, his expression was like cold steel, his dark eyes narrowing further as he remained still. His anger, even though he hadn't even spoken yet, was very tangible.
