“Mama, someone’s at the door for you!” A blonde girl disappeared into the house as a woman hurried to the door.
“Yes?” she said politely.
“Good day, Mrs. Richter. I wanted to inquire about your daughter, Erika.”
The polite smile vanished. “I have no daughter with that name,” she returned quickly, slamming the door with the same speed.
“Thank you, Mrs. Richter,” Helmut Schneider said to the closed door.