Neighbor Paul Offers His Number
A knock on the screen door made me look up, and a neighbor from the cove stepped into the frame. He introduced himself as Paul from two houses down and asked if everything was alright at the place.
I showed him the invoices and my checklist; he scanned the pages, compared dates, and nodded slowly.
He wrote his phone number on my pad and offered to confirm anything he saw from his deck. I thanked him and asked if he’d noticed recent visitors at the house.