A/N: A little update especially for prongsgurl1210. I'm off the hook now right? Because no one wants to be haunted! :-D
Enjoy!!

Peter and Roger touched down in Atlanta just before dinnertime. Sophie had called ahead and booked them a rental car. Peter hadn't explained his whirlwind trip to anyone other than to say he was going to pick up a new student. Even Roger only knew what was required to help Peter: they were searching for a boy who was probably living on the streets and his parents may not be cooperative. Roger knew better than to pry – Peter would fill him in when he could.

Peter glanced down at the map Cole had drawn for him earlier that day. It was getting dark outside and Peter was sure that if Darek was staying at the warehouse, he would be heading inside soon to avoid trouble from the police.

"There it is –" Roger was the first to spot the run down building. They were in the heart of an old industrial center that had long ago been abandoned. Most of the buildings along the street had become safeways for the homeless; young and old alike gathered outside the boarded up buildings.

Peter parked the rental car in front of the building and hoped that Sophie had sprung for the insurance on it.

Peter and Roger were greeted by a group of about half a dozen teenagers at the front of the entrance.

"Hey," Peter was not intimidated. "I'm looking for someone. I'm hoping you can help me out." A few of the teens nodded, though some walked away, fearing he was a cop.

"His name's Darek," Roger continued. "Used to hang out with a kid named Cole." He paused, wishing he had more of a description to go on. "We heard he stays here sometimes. Have you seen him lately?"

"What do you want with him?" A tall thin boy had been the first to speak up.

"He's not in trouble or anything. We just need to find him," Peter explained.

The tall boy shook his head. "He ain't here. Haven't seen him in awhile – since Cole disappeared."

"Any idea where he might be? Do you know of any other place he stays?"

A young girl, no more than thirteen spoke up. "Heard his mom left for good." She took a long drag on her cigarette. "Dead maybe. I dunno."

The tall boy added, "He may have gone back to his apartment then. It's over on 33rd Street. That's all I know."

Peter and Roger thanked them and got back into the rental car. Peter immediately pulled out his cell phone.

"Who are you calling?"

"I'm gonna see if I can't get a better address on his mom." He dialed directory assistance and waited. "Last name Edenfield – on 33rd Street I believe. I'm looking for the whole address." He scribbled down an address on the back of Cole's map. "Thank you." He grinned. "Linda Edenfield, 1145 33rd Street, Apartment 4."

"Let's go."

The apartment complex was on the opposite end of town, in the more upscale neighborhood. Peter was surprised that the family was so well off with the stories he had heard.

"Not what I expected." Roger had stated what Peter had been thinking.

"Me either, but abuse knows no boundaries."

The apartment building had a secure entrance. Peter and Roger rang the buzzer for Apartment 4 and waited.

While they were waiting an elderly woman came up behind them. "Looking for someone?"

Roger nodded. "We're looking for the Edenfields, apartment 4."

She shook her head. "Didn't you hear? She passed away a few days ago. I'm sure it was from a broken heart. That son of hers was good-for-nothing. They hauled him out of here yesterday."

"Who did?" Peter couldn't help but feel that he was running in circles in this town. "Who hauled him away?"

"Why the police of course!" She stared at Peter as though he had just sprouted an extra head. "He destroyed that apartment – holes in the wall, furniture ruined. It's the drugs I'm sure. They found him with quite a bit." She shook her head. "So sad about his mother. She loved him so much."

Peter and Roger both nodded. They thanked the woman and started back to the car. They knew their next stop would be the police station. They just hoped that this would be the lead that lead them to Darek.