The man opened the door and snapped again, “What now?” But before he could shut the door again, Sebastian grabbed the door and asked again, “I see her every day. She’s always in the same window on the second floor,” he insisted, pointing towards the house.
The man shook his head. “I live here by myself and have no children,” he replied, crossing his arms. “There’s no one upstairs, officer! Now get off my property!” The certainty in the man’s tone only deepened the frustration swirling in Sebastian’s mind.