"Hey, lady." Sebastian approached with the gentlest, most sincere expression he could muster.
The woman eyed him warily, scanning his clothes and appearance, then glanced at Fred in confusion.
Colleague? Friend? Fred shot Sebastian an annoyed glance but chose to remain silent. He trusted that this annoying guy already had his script prepared.
As expected, Sebastian extended his right hand and, with utmost sincerity, introduced himself, "I'm Sebastian, a friend of his."
The woman looked at Fred once more. Seeing no objection from him, she briefly shook Sebastian's hand. "Hill."
"Mrs. Hill, I’m terribly sorry to bother you so late. I completely understand your reluctance to communicate with us. But even though we're not journalists, we're still two upright adults. Your son’s case can’t
