Richard's rooms had a window that looked out across the street, several doors down from the Chinese house. It was convenient for the laundry next door, but he'd noticed someone lingering in the street.
Leaving Alec curled up in bed and grousing about the lack of heat, Richard strapped on his guns, pulled on his jacket, and went to discover if the person was a threat, or a drunk.
As it turned out, neither. "Dr. Adams." He nodded, slowly assessing the situation. "Ain't a good place to be out alone, this time of night."