Samara wasn't sure if she was hearing him correctly. She went against her better judgement and moved closer to the man as he spoke to make sure she could catch his words through his thick accent. It sounded like he was talking about a murderer, possibly the murderer, but how could he know who it was?
She was about to ask him this, but he had addressed Jason before she had the chance and Jase always loved it when people gave him attention. "I turned five years old in October, sir."
Samara resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her son's reply, which was obviously more information than was needed, but showing off was a specialty of his. She looked back up at the man, noticing his look toward her son and chewed her lip. "Why do you ask?"