Frequent visitor at odd hours
‘There was this one man,’ the neighbor said, choosing her words carefully. ‘He visited often, always at odd hours. Sometimes late at night.
‘ Mary leaned in, sensing a potential breakthrough. ‘Can you describe him?’ she asked eagerly. The neighbor nodded, describing his appearance in detail.
‘He always seemed in a hurry, and Bruno would cry whenever he was there,’ the woman added. Mary felt a flicker of hope, believing they might be onto something significant.