Bab 302: A Lead (3)

Mary walked briskly, a couple doors down and then she found the house the lady pointed at. It definitely stuck out in this neighborhood, but it was nothing bad. The mailbox differed from everyone else's. Maybe the garage could use a fresh coat of paint. And the yard wasn't as perfect as the others. Mary didn't waste time on it. The outward appearance of your house doesn't determine what kind of person you are. Take that jogger lady for example. Her house was in perfect condition, but she wasn't very pleasant. She acted as if Mary was wasting her time.

Mary walked up the mini porch and knocked on the door, hoping someone was home. Anyone. The kid in college. His parents. His siblings. She could always come back later when people usually get home from work, but she didn't feel like waiting. She was close, she could feel it. She rang the doorbell as well just in case they couldn't hear her knock.