“No, sorry officer. I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary yesterday.” The older woman smiled and shook her head.
“I was at work all day, but the wife didn’t tell me about seeing
anything unusual.” The man scratched his
chin. “Nobody hanging around
either. It’s a quiet street. That’s why we moved here. Good place to raise a family, you know.”
The officer nodded. “Thank
you, sir.” He walked back to the Harris’
house where Simmons was waiting. “Anything?”
“Nothing, sir. Just your typical
day according to the neighbors.” Simmons
said.
“Ok, let’s talk to the older daughter, Dora, right?” The officer consulted his notes.
Simmons knocked on the door and Dora answered. “Hi Dora.
Can we come in for a few minutes?
We have a couple more questions.”
Dora nodded and stepped back.
She led them into the living room where her mother was knitting.
“Who was it dear?” Mrs.
Harris looked up and quickly stood when she saw the officers following
Dora. “Oh, so sorry, I didn’t realize…here,
have a seat. Would you like some tea?”
“No, thank you ma’am. We
just have a few more questions for Dora.”
The officer said taking a seat near the couch. Simmons remained standing behind the chair.
Dora sat down on the couch and her mother sat by her, picking up
her knitting but keeping her eyes on the officers. “Very well.”
She finally said.
***To be continued…***
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