Ryan Wolf

This feels to be a lead that is somewhat falling apart at the seams.

I'm pissed off at myself that I didn't, when I was with Frank, that I didn't go and check, we didn't go and knock on that door.

Fuck.

He was just so adamant.

I think I might have to go back and visit him again here.

Something isn't right.

As I get back in the car, I'm admonishing myself for not jumping out of the car that first day I came here with Frank and knocking on the door.

He really was just so adamant that this was the house.

To be clear, this man that came to the door said that he bought this house in April of 1998.

So there's simply no way a man called Laurie was living here in September of 1999.

Could it be the wrong man and the wrong house?

I need to go back to Frank.

Hello, I'm back again.

So I just went back over to Urbaka Road and I went to knock on the neighbor's door.

And in the process, I thought I should knock on the door of the house in question.

And when I spoke to the guy, he said, no, no, it can't be this house.

He said, I bought this house in April of 1998.

And he said, no, I've never rented it.

No one else has ever lived here.

So we must have the wrong house.