Luckily, because they seemed to have such a close relationship with Nico, they were able to provide Micah with a list of a dozen names of people that Nico was close to, either in the past or present. Included on that list was his roommate and an ex-boyfriend he was still friendly with.

As far as they knew, Nico was currently single.

Towards the end of the interview, Micah found himself tempted to console them – to explain to them that there was a good chance Nico had simply partied too hard, or perhaps run off – but hearing the pride in their voices as they spoke of their son, Micah knew intrinsically that there was no way they would accept such a simple answer to their son’s disappearance, and the last thing Micah wanted to do was minimalize their concerns.

So he shook Mr. Sanchez’s hand when the interview wrapped up, and accepted a surprisingly firm hug from the tiny Mrs. Sanchez, who was so short she didn’t even reach Micah’s shoulder.

“I promise I’ll do everything in my power to find him,” he told them, and he meant it.

The first thing he did after the interview was put out a BOLO (Be on the Lookout) for Nico.

The rest of Micah’s morning was spent looking into the list of friends the young man’s parents had given him. Only half, including Nico’s roommate, picked up their phones – a result of seeing NYPD on their caller ID no doubt. He conducted phone interviews with everyone who’d picked up, and scheduled a time for them to come down to the precinct for in-person interviews later in the week if Nico still hadn’t returned by then. He left messages for the rest.

He skipped his lunch break, which Tessa hadn’t been too thrilled about all things considered, but she’d brought him back a sandwich, anyway.

He was up to his eyeballs in Nico’s various social media accounts, searching for clues to where he could have gone, when Jensen eventually returned to his desk.

“Micah?”

Micah nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of the man’s voice so close to his ear. He turned to see Jensen looming over him. Honestly, hadn’t he ever heard of personal space?

Jensen was openly examining the pages he had up on his computer, a little wrinkle forming in his brow at what he saw. (He was probably surprised by how seriously Micah was taking the case he’d assigned him.)

Micah cleared his throat, and Jensen’s eyes swiveled back to him. “Did you need something?” Micah asked.

“The captain wants a word with you.”

Micah felt himself tense. He blinked in surprise. “Really? I mean, uh, sure. Okay.” He closed the tabs on his computer before standing. “Do you know what he wanted?”

Jensen just shrugged. “You tell me.”

So helpful.