The kid climbed in and shortly after, the car pulled away. Noah started his engine, his G-Class roaring to life as he followed at a safe distance.
The Uber led him through various streets for about fifteen minutes before stopping in front of a small house.
It looked plain, blending seamlessly with the others around it, it was an ordinary suburban bungalow with nothing remarkable to set it apart.
"So, this is where she lives," Noah muttered, parking on a nearby street out of sight.
He didn't linger in the area, he went and parked a few blocks away then returned to the area by walking.
His movements were casual and unassuming.
As he approached, he scanned the numbers on the properties.
"House 50A," he murmured, pausing in front of the bungalow.
His eyes swept over the house. It wasn't large—only one floor. The curtains on one side of the house were drawn, blocking any view inside, while the other windows emitted faint light.
