An opportunity

As Frank considered alternatives, a car cruised up the block and pulled into a driveway up the street. A young blonde hopped out and trotted to the door, then stood there waiting, checking her phone. Frank watched her through the binoculars and saw her smile then pick up a rock and lift a key from under it. She opened the door and pushed it wide, then scampered back to her car to get some bags out of the trunk.

She was lithe and young, not a teen but early twenties, looking flouncy and ripe. Frank smiled and wiped his mouth, thinking that all things come to he who waits.

He carried his dishes downstairs and put a plate of pastries together, dosing them with the drug before carrying them up the street to where the young blonde had arrived.