“Top right window. That’s where he lives,” Mr Jackson said.
“That a restaurant below? And a boatyard?” Nate said
“Uhuh. Turns out he’s doing some work for that boatyard.”
Nate peered at the photo, hoping to see a familiar figure, or the shadow of one.
“How did you find him?” Nate said.
“In amongst all that stuff you gave me to work with, there was this diary, from when he was a kid. He talked about boats a lot. He also talked about Guatemala. You ever go there as a family?”
Nate shook his head. Their family had never gone anywhere.
“Tell me Mr Jackson, what’s your view on whether people should be allowed to disappear?”
Thank you to @JS Brand for providing the photo prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneer stories, and to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her coordinating efforts (and for timely technical support to this fictioneer in addition). Read others’ stories via the link below.