Where? Just where could she be? I whispered to myself on December thirtieth of last year. It wasn't until noon I realized Anna wasn't going to be meeting me for our usual Monday morning nine o'clock coffee. This is sacred, you do not miss Monday morning nine o'clock coffee. Our routine ritual for the last four years. It was then that I knew my friend isn't sound I went to her home. Everything was still. While nothing was awry, something was amiss. I called my brother Connor to tell him about the feeling I had he lives far but other than Anna he's all I have. He assured me she was okay probably ill and didn't remember to either inform me she would be missing the morning meet or that she hadn't informed me on the topic. Connor is smart, he is a surgeon, he is sound but I instantly told him yes he's right just to shut him up, because my head wanted to believe him my heart did too yet my gut knew. Knew something was at play. I headed down to the restaurant which I have not stepped foot in since I was fired three years ago, to see if her shift had started and she had in fact called in. I walked in and Cat rolled her eyes at me, I didn't feel welcome at all but my love and worry for Anna really outweighed any reputation or rumor. I walked into Henry's office and although I harbored a lot of dislike for him and I believe him I due to me "constantly chasing customers away" he seemed rather relieved to see me which was such a surprise I hadn't immediately realized it was out of sympathy. He said to me in a one breath blurt, "she is not here has not showed for the past two nights, highly unlike her". I was frozen but on my way out I uttered "At least you agree". I called the police they said they'd contact her employer, when mentioned I had they said I had to wait forty eight hours for her to be officially missing since there was not any "imminent or verbal threat". Those forty eight hours are crucial and I walked all the parks near her place, called all her dads coworkers and her aunt Bell (thank God for google) and was trying to get information from the phone company on the location of her phone and in all that time the police wouldn't acknowledge this was a threat situation all because I was asked if she had depression and hesitated before admitting she was on medicine for it, even if this was her choice the medicine could've made her make an irrational decision they wouldn't listen. Everyone I called, Cat and Henry showed up the afternoon of new years eve to sweep the swamps nearby and we still had nothing. It was there I learned from Cat that after rejecting Henry, Anna had her hours cut and her tips had declined due to her performance issues after her dads death. It was basic gossip for Cat, typical. I told her that was saddening to hear and hid my emotions about the way she spoke on my friend but one question remained. How did she afford those jeans?