But tonight, he'd had too much.

The alcohol hit him hard on the way up — head swimming, legs unsteady. In the end the driver had to half-carry him through the front door. The stairwell was quiet, the whole house dark. The kids and the elderly had all turned in.

A soft, still light filled the space.

The driver guided him carefully, watching every step. "The Hadley household turns in early," he murmured. "It's only ten-thirty."

Then he looked up and ...