Ryan Wolf

In fact, I decide I should check the actual house in question.

Frank seemed sure that the person living there had moved on some time back, but it's worth a try.

Okay, I'm back on Urbaka Road and I'm going to knock on a couple doors here and see if I can find someone, maybe, who might have lived there at the time.

It's a long shot, but I don't really have many other options at this point.

It's also a Monday, which is not ideal.

But now Frank said that this particular house, he said below, the house in question on the right is the one that I should be looking at.

Hello?

Oh, hey, how are you?

Sorry to barge in on you there.

I'm a journalist.

I'm working on an old story from back in 1999.

When I approach the house, the front curtains are wide open, but I make my presence known.

A man inside in his underwear shoots across the room and throws on some clothes and comes to the front door.

It's hard to say exactly, but he appears to be around 40 to 50 years old.

And I'm just wondering, there was a guy, an older guy that lived here back then who told someone a story that could be important.

So just sort of following up to see.

Yeah.

Why do you say that?

Okay, interesting.

Okay.