The address was only six minutes away. They could've walked. But Jerry might've gotten upset had he seen them taking too much time. They arrived at a dark brick building perched on a hill. The front had an ornamental reservoir wall of stone.

"This it?"

"No. It's a unit in the building behind it."

Elena tilted her head to look. "Oh that red thing?"

Kevin looked and nodded. "mmhmm."

Her hand grabbed the plastic handles of the 

Windstar

when Kevin said, "wait. Look" he had his phone out. Searching on some app. "Shouldn't we look up this address first? I can find out who bought this building and when using this--"

"This is what I don't like about our generation."

"What?"

Her finger pointed at the 

phone

he was hunched over.

"Always trying to do everything on that thing. Always avoiding doing something in real life."

The windstar's door opened and she got out. Kevin put the phone in his pocket. Exited the car. Reached back into his pocket to make sure that his phone had actually been taken to the lock screen. But gave up when he saw how fast Elena was breaking ahead of him.

"Wait." he said.

"Shh!" she said backwards.

"Sorry" he mouthed.

----

"The thing is."

"Mmm"

"The strangest thing is. That this guy doesn't exist."

"Marc Love you mean?"

"Yes. He's a ghost."

"I've known him for months now. Worked together. I just talked to him a few days ago. what do you mean he doesn't exist."

"There's no document of him I mean."

Jerry touched his stubble. Thought about when he ought to shave. Should've done it two days ago, he thought. It was too late now. Better to let it grow for another few days.

"A man can't go missing if he doesn't exist in the first place right?"

"But can't you do anything? For god's sake. You're the 

police

."

"That we are. What do you want us to do? Go looking for a fake person?"

"He's not fake, god dammit! He was here I'm telling you."

"That's not our concern. And you should be worried," the black middle aged police officer pointed his finger up and twirled it 360 degrees, "that this establishment had hired an undocumented worker."

Jerry took his hand from his chin and rubbed his eyes. Sighed.

"Identity or no identity. Can't you try to find the human. Whatever his name or identity is?"

The police officer looked at him through heavy eye lids. "We'll try." And walked out.