If anyone had told me before that I would be doing a door to door interview in the afternoon I would have laughed. My legs were aching and that's when I realised how incredibly rude the people in the neighbourhood were. None of them offered me a drink or at least let me inside their house. Might be because I was a stranger who was asking weird questions in the middle of the day.
After two hours I realised that I did not have much to go on. The neighbour who had called for help that night moved away. It was like everything was taken care of so that no one could dig further. But I was not going to let it go. The person who bought the house from the owner had a number I could contact. I considered that as a win anyway.
"Thanks for your time" I politely smiled but the lady on the other side
