I scanned the apartment for clues. If Joshua really was missing, perhaps something here would help me find him.

The place was a mess, a trail of clothing strewn upon the floor leading the way to the bedroom. Inside, I found a bookcase filled to the brim with books, magazines and DVDs. I ignored it and moved straight for the desk.

The desk was covered with clutter, and a laptop. The battery was dead. I searched for the cord and plugged it into the wall. I sifted through his files hoping to find useful information.

Nothing.

I opened Explorer only to find his broadband was no longer in service. It probably wouldn’t have been any good anyway, even if I knew his handles, it would have been nearly impossible to hack his passwords.

I walked toward the bookcase and started a careful examination of the magazines, but eventually I got frustrated and started fanning the pages, hoping for a miracle.

A photograph fell to the floor. I examined it, hoping something would stand out.