/Riccardo's POV/
***Flashback***
"So, Tell me what you remember," I said to the old man. He seemed scared as if someone is actually here. "Don't worry, our conversation will entirely be private."
He took a deep breath, "You remember when I told you I've heared footsteps, right?" I nodded. "Yesterday, I was at the building and I saw someone going in. I knew people are not supposed to be there because it's a crime scene especially murder,"
I was immediately intrigued. "Did you see who it was?" I asked eagerly.
The old man shook his head. "No, it was too dark and they were wearing a hooded jacket. But I could tell it was a man, he had broad shoulders and walked with a purpose."
I furrowed my brow, trying to piece together this new information. "Did you see which direction he went in?"
The old man nodded. "Yes, he went towards the back of the building. That's where the fire escape is."