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Tyler “I"m sure Mrs. Levitt will have seen something,” I say to Jeannie as we make our way up the walkway toward Mitzi Levitt’s front door. Bob stays at the house just in case Hailey shows up or calls, but Jeannie insisted on coming with me to talk to Mrs. Levitt. Mitzi Levitt is by far the nosiest person in the neighborhood, so, if anyone knows anything, it"ll be her. We knock on the door, and after a few moments, she answers. “Yes?” she says, looking at us questioningly. “Hello, Mrs. Levitt,” I say. “Have you seen Hailey by chance? This morning?” “Hailey?” She looks from me to Jeannie and back. “Your wife?” “That’s right.” I speak slowly. With Mitzi, sometimes you have to. Jeannie steps in front of me. “We were wondering if you"d seen anything...unusual lately.” unusual“Unusual?”