Mrs. Hannigan knows she isn't young anymore. She's well aware of her old age, but she also knows her eyesight is perfectly perfect, and her hearing is just as keen as it has ever been.
She doesn't usually have trouble remembering faces; which is why it eats at her when she can't recall where she's seen that Finn boy before.
She sighs to herself again and shakes her head before clipping on Sparky's leash for their nightly stroll through the neighborhood.
It's a beautiful clear night and wondrously Sparky seems to be very willing to enjoy their walk, which allows Mrs. Hannigan the ability to enjoy herself as well.
Just as they're passing the Berry residence Mrs. Hannigan looks over and then just completely stops dead in her tracks.
"I know where I remember the boy from." She whispers out to her dog at her feet, who tilts his head as he stares up at her.
She carefully whips out her phone and fumbles for her wallet where she had kept the calling card Officer Moore gave her, for situations just like this, 'incase you remember anything he said,' she thinks to herself as she dials the number.
He picks up on the third ring.
"Hello, Officer Moore speaking-"
She quickly lets out, "I remembered something-about the other night? I remembered something that I didn't recall the day after...I-this is Mrs. Hannigan by the way, Mrs. A-"
For his part Officer Moore jumps into action rather quickly, grabbing a pen and his notepad, and interrupts gently, "Yes, I remember you. This is about the attempted break in at the Berry residence correct?"
The woman quickly affirms, "Yes Officer. I remember seeing the culprit...I know I had said I didn't see him, but it suddenly came to me. I know who he is."
Moore is nearly off of his seat with apprehension as he waits for the older woman to continue.
"It was this boy that Rachel knows. I-"
She gets cut off gently then by the clearing of Officer Moore's throat, "Mrs. Hannigan, would it be okay with you if I sent someone to pick you up so they can bring you to see me, so we can get this squared away nice and formally?"
The older woman shakes her head, "No, that would be okay yes, of course."
He hangs up with her and then calls dispatch, and a patrol officer quickly takes the call and makes it to Mrs. Hannigan in nearly no time at all, having been in the area patrolling.
He's been in this line of work a long time, and he knows for a fact that gathering more evidence in never a bad thing, because no matter what there will always be someone trying to disprove of whatever it is.
Even with the video and audio. Even with his confession, there's always a chance someone will change their story, and sadly it's always the case with minors.
He shakes his head at his own thoughts. It's bad enough that the DA is an avid football fan, and refused to listen to reason when it came to Finn Hudson.
'It's simple Moore. The kid was admitting things under duress. Look at the great lengths they went to get him to confess. He probably would have said just about anything for a chance to get on a team. They had him confess under false pretenses. I don't care what he said, it won't hold Moore. I'm sending him home free. He'll have a week off from school, nothing noted on his permanent record, and he'll keep his spot on the team. It's just the way things go. It's a tough case without tangible evidence Moore, you know this.'
Officer Moore is brought back from his musing when he sees Mrs. Hannigan walking towards him, and he's ready with coffee for her by the time she's at his desk.
