He would never actually say “intruder.” Back in the office when I’d tried to get him to tell me what he thought had caused the thump, he’d danced all around the question. “Uh, uh… I don’t know what I was looking for.” “A prowler,” I probed. “Uh, I don’t know. Maybe.” (Later, he would volunteer for the benefit of the plaintiffs in the civil trial that the thumps sounded like a body falling against his wall.)
