Three Knocks on Linden Street — The Mother Who Never Came Home
Then a man in a baseball cap approached.
They exchanged words.
Teresa stepped away.
The man moved in front of her, blocking her path for an instant.
“He knows her,” Ruiz observed.
“Maybe,” Lena said.
“Or maybe he knows what she’s carrying.”
The camera had no audio, and its angle did not reveal his face clearly.