Closed - Plot
Mara had been glad when she'd gotten the call from Ben and arranged to see his newest pieces right away. She knocked on the door and heard him call in response that it was open, but when she came into his apartment, she didn't see him.
And it wasn't like there was a way to miss him in that tiny space. The room was empty. On the worktable Ben's tools and sketches lay scattered, messy as always but there was no Ben. Still, she searched, opening the door to the bathroom. Empty as expected. There were no signs of anything untoward (which she would have heard anyway).
Mara sighed and rubbed her forehead. Right, another disappearance. First she called the police, then she called Gordon. Then she used her phone to post a short message to the journals. She'd wait here until the police showed up.
And it wasn't like there was a way to miss him in that tiny space. The room was empty. On the worktable Ben's tools and sketches lay scattered, messy as always but there was no Ben. Still, she searched, opening the door to the bathroom. Empty as expected. There were no signs of anything untoward (which she would have heard anyway).
Mara sighed and rubbed her forehead. Right, another disappearance. First she called the police, then she called Gordon. Then she used her phone to post a short message to the journals. She'd wait here until the police showed up.