Slight of frame, dirty blond hair, glasses, spreadsheet brain, and the fatal flaw of every great supersleuth: he cannot let a bad story stand.
The premise
The neighbor vanished. Greg refused the easy answer.
A wife, a farewell note, a neighborhood ready to move on. Greg was the one person who kept reading the scene wrong, because the scene was wrong.
It was supposed to make the disappearance feel settled. Instead, it made the whole neighborhood feel staged.
Greg phoned the missing man's employer and asked the question nobody else had asked: when and where did the phone last check in?
Explaining the plot to his own wife, Greg saw the camera and realized the suspect could be listening. He tore it loose and threw it.