"...Probably better, honestly. They don't really know what's happening. I tried to keep it that way."

The waiter comes and Elizabeth orders another large coffee-- and he takes off to fetch it right after giving both of them a strange once-over. They are kind of an odd pair, but Elizabeth does feel something... comforting that they're both there for the same purpose.

"But I might have hit a dead end, honestly," Elizabeth sighs. "A lot of the kids remember seeing a man watching Frank from behind the playground fence, and they said they played 'wave and run' with him. They'd wave at him, he'd wave back, and they'd all run away. Not because he was scary, but because Frank's father didn't like him." She sighs and leans back. "That's to be expected though-- who would like a man who watched your child like that? I'm surprised he didn't call the police. Or the mitigators, or whatever they're called here."

She pauses. "...his parents didn't call the police on someone, did they?"