Dal shook his head to indicate he didn't know him. "Not well. Met up a few times for coffee. Pretty sure he was stayin' in the shelter near where I crash. Sometimes we walk together that way." He looked down, trying to think of some of the things he's heard. Listening to the gossip grapevine was a way to stay safe. This car's bad news, this guy's violent, cops are combing the streets between these blocks, drug dealers are over there. In addition to the regular news, there's been a lot of talk about the people who vanished.

"Is it true no one saw any of 'em before they were found..." Dead. That's what's been circulating through the streets lately. No one saw any of them get into a car or walk off with someone. Which... Which meant whoever was doing this was someone they would trust. Someone no one would take particular note of or have hesitance going off alone with.