The car remained parked, empty, the third morning—the man was in it when she went out for her walk, not in it, though, when she came back.
The police came to her door, next afternoon when she returned from work—several police cars were parked along the street, the retiree’s door open, many people going in and out.
The police were questioning everyone as to whether (generally) they had seen anything suspicious in the neighborhood lately and (specifically) if they had seen the young man pictured in a photograph, the retiree’s stepson, who they had been unable to contact.
“I’ve never seen him, no. And I’m not home during the day—I’ve taken to walking at night, but no, no I’ve not seen anything strange.”
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