Maxwell was sure she was going to hate him more than she already did if she found out about this.

If things were normal, this was a night he was supposed to be spending with his wife.

Or otherwise, he should be at home doing what he wanted without worrying about getting mugged in a goddamn slum!

Instead, he drove down an eerily silent street that was not made better by the fact that men in twos and threes hung around in doorways and around the corners.

Of course, he was capable of defending himself if it came down to it, but he had rather not.

In fact, he would...