“Evening, Mara,” Marcus said, holding out a bundle of letters tied with a rubber band.

“Got a heavy load for you today.”

“Thank you, Marcus,” I said, taking the mail.

“Some fellow was asking about your apartment number earlier,” Marcus said, lifting his mail bag onto his shoulder.

“Older gentleman.

Had a grey coat on.”

“What did you tell him?” I asked, my voice rising slightly.

“I told him we don’t give out resident details,” Marcus said, opening the outer glass door.