The following afternoon, Gabby returned to the park.
She had spent most of the morning thinking about what Ethan had said.
They needed to start somewhere.
Chris had disappeared, but he hadn't simply vanished from existence.
There had to be something.
Gabby sat beneath the same tree from the previous day, her sketchbook resting beside her.
Ethan sat across from her with a small notebook in his hands.
"Can you remember any of his friends," Ethan asked.
"People he used to spend time with?"
Gabby frowned, trying to remember.
"Most of the people I remember weren't really his friends, they were people he met through gambling."
"Gambling?"
She nodded.
"Casinos, poker games, and private games."
"He used to disappear for hours sometimes."
Ethan's expression tightened.
"Do you r
