When he saw the photo of the Un-Named man he felt a deep fear. The kind of feeling you only had once you were a 

father

. Because you didn't fear for things like that yourself. You only feared it for your loved ones. The 

vulnerable

people that you would be willing to do anything to protect, even though you knew at the end of the day they were on their own.

"I don't get it. He has no identity?" he asked his more senior, 

detective

Jake Getty.

"None."

Anderson went back to staring at the photo. The Un-Named man appeared to be just a normal 

Midwestern

man. He would have expected any unidentified person to look like a "native" person. But on the surface this man looked like he could just be someone his father's age.

"How does he get around?"

"We don't have any records. No rent. No property. No job. Although we do have footage of him walking into the 

post office

regularly. But he doesn't work there."

"Strange. The employees at the post office never thought it was weird that this guy would keep coming in?"

"They don't know about him either. Nobody's ever seen him. The first time they saw him was in the video. Apparently he goes to the backroom where you have access to all the 

PO Box

es, and he stands there. And he did this -- note he doesn't do it anymore -- when the employees of the backroom went on break. So he'd be left alone there."

"How did he get access?"

"It appears he has a key."

"Have you, Detective Getty--"

"-- call me Jake."

"Jake. Have you ever--"

"I've dealt with unidentified people before. We always get some id on them eventually and then their whole background story comes to light. This guy should be the same. Just have to find that one detail that reveals everything."

Anderson looked back at the photo. There was something creepy about this man. Even though he wore clothes that his parents' friend would wear, it didn't hang on him right. Anderson couldn't place his finger on it. He didn't know how to ask Getty about this. Couldn't he simply say something like "doesn't he seem like a creep?" but that would be dumb.

Or maybe that's why they wanted him to be his partner on this case. Because he would bring up such exact points. Points a seasoned cop wouldn't bring up.

"Doesn't he seem kind of creepy to you?" he asked.

"In my time, I've seen much creepier," Getty said casually before going taking a sip of his coffee. Maybe Anderson was just imagining things? He looked at the photo once again.