Apparently Victor had not bothered lowering his voice while describing his plan.
He spoke loudly about the upcoming wedding, about the dramatic moment when his “struggling ex-wife” would arrive and allow him to demonstrate how far he had moved beyond the life we once shared.
Adrian had listened long enough to understand the situation.
Then, after finishing his coffee, he walked upstairs and asked the building concierge which apartment belonged to the woman Victor had been describing.
That was how he found my door.