It had been a bit of a hard case without Dean. A family had been gruesomely murdered in a small town in Virginia. None of the family’s neighbours would talk to Sam. All of them said they didn’t really know what happened. That is until…
“Hi, you’re Miss Eleanor, right? So sorry to bother you, ma’am, but it’s important. I’m from the FBI. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?” he asked the woman at the other side of the house’s screen door.
She stared on, bewildered, at the young man who stood at her door. It was indeed rare that any visitor come to her, let alone come to this area — especially after what happened in the region, with the murders and all. Upon hearing the news, she’d locked herself in her house and vowed to open the door to no one, yet here she was, holding the door widen open to this young fellow standing in her door frame. Upon hearing his credentials, she relaxed slightly, her shoulders drooping.
“U-um… Yes?
Yeah that’s um.. That’s me..
Questions, right. Of course. Please, do come in.”
She unlatched the screen door, hesitating a moment before sliding it open and gesturing inside.