"Address." He said blandly.
"Huh?" She blinked, not quite comprehending, but her expression was adorably innocent and harmless.
Seeing this cute and silly look of hers, and then thinking about how she was at the police station, almost ready to tear Grace Yowell apart, Dorian Howards found it a bit hard to link the two images together.
"Your home address," Dorian said.
Alice Conley pondered for a moment, suspecting that Mr. Howards was determined to drive her home tonight, unless she planned to jump out of the car in protest. Otherwise, it would be simpler to just give him her address to save both sides the trouble.
Alice Conley reported her residential area's address, then suddenly thinking of something, asked, "Do you think those reporters took a picture of my face when we left the police station?" At the time, she had her head wrapped up tight, thinking even her parents might not recognize her, but she couldn't help but ask anyway.
