The answers to that question took us the next forty minutes and a minor B&E into Ethan's apartment. His place was bare–like one plate, one mug, and a mattress on the floor, bare.

"Did he just move in?" I said.

"No. I was here six months ago. He had furniture." Rohan roamed from room to room, but there was nothing to see.

I pulled out the trash can from under the sink, but the bag was empty and the junk drawer only held stained take-out menus.

My ...