I sigh and pace some more. He may be weird as hell, but he's right. This wasn't a freak accident, not with how long Joe was missing. I shove my hands in my pockets and clutch at my Switch. If I find out who did this to him, I'm going to tear them apart. Twice.

"I don't know. I really don't know. We... Our family has been having some trouble lately." To put it mildly. "Joe and me, we're both foster kids. He had a fight with one of our dads and ran out of the house and then he was just gone." I clear my throat and manage to release my Switch so I can gesture weakly with both hands. "I don't know who, or what... How did he look? When you found him? He wasn't bleeding."