Places we had not checked in the past were the neighborhoods between
the cracks – where the near-ruined people, including the plummeting
drug addicts, “lived.” Still convinced that drug use was his primary
motivation, we thought he might show up there.
The job I had in that town for many years covered every street. Consequently,
I knew every neighborhood in town. I knew where the homeless
were, where the gangs were and where the drugs were sold. As much
as we did not want to think that Nathan might be there, we had to recognize
that it was possible.
So we searched the territories of hopelessness - where drugs erase
minds and personalities, leaving behind wraiths that were once regular
people who walked among us, where a poor soul who has overdosed is
nothing more and nothing less than an opportunity for others to upgrade
their footwear. Houses with weathered, half torn plywood on the windows,
apartments that look like war zones, dead lawns and dying trees,
junked cars, abandoned shopping carts, random boxes of ruined clothing,
overflowing dumpsters, putrid pools of water with the carcasses of rats,
cats and small dogs collect at intersections, old tires, and the remnants of
playgrounds now marked with the tagger’s claims of ownership make up
the landscape.
The inhabitants of these areas stay hidden until nightfall. If you happen
to catch someone in the light of day, you can feel it as they stare at
you without actually looking. That’s because they are not looking at you.
They are measuring you to see if you are a danger or an opportunity. In
the hierarchy of such places, gangs, like demon overseers, rule according
to a code that gives little to no value to life.
We had no luck finding him that day. Later, when evening came, we
went back over the entire route again. Nighttime is when the people who
live in such places come out. The looks from the people at night were
more direct, more menacing. We didn’t care who was trying to intimidate
us. Our fear for Nathan’s well being made us fearless. We would
have faced down anyone who meant harm to him, which would have
been anyone who confronted us.
Unfortunately, best intentions and courage are not all they are
cracked up to be. We did not find him that night, either. After exhausting
all of our hunches and ideas, Maddie and I dragged our selves back
home. Nathan’s unstoppable descent into the underworld of bad was accelerating
and we were not the force for rescue we wanted to be. Every
time I turned on the light before turning in, I wondered if it and pitiful
hope were all we had left to offer.