Mr. Ballin

And the place had some of the best views in the whole city, with the ocean on one side and dramatic cliffs dotted with all these old caves on the other.

Now, they were not going to have a whole lot of time together, probably just enough for a short walk before Patrik would have to rush off for his daughter's dance recital later that night.

But he hoped that the romantic setting might help spark something between them again.

A few minutes later, Patrick pulled up to the park entrance, and to his relief, Audrey was still there waiting for him.

So he parked his scooter and locked his cell phone in the scooter's underseat compartment, and he walked over to her.

And from her nervous smile, he got the sense that she was almost as excited about the date as he was, which gave him a nice boost of confidence.

So he took her hand, and they started down the path.

Around 8 a.m.

the next morning, 10 miles up the coastline from where Patrik and Audrey had been walking at that park, Patrik's older brother, Mark Iswar, stood on the deck of his boat, pulling a big oyster trap out of the water.

As he was doing this, his phone rang, so he stopped and he answered it.

But before he could even say hello, his mother's very worried voice came across the line, asking if he knew where Patrik was.

Mark frowned because Patrik lived with their mother, so she should know better than he would.

But his mother explained that Patrik hadn't come home last night.

He also wasn't answering his phone, he hadn't shown up to work that morning, and perhaps most concerning of all, he'd missed his daughter's dance recital the previous evening.

And it was this last fact that made Mark think that something might actually be wrong here, because he knew how much Patrick loved his daughter and how much he was looking forward to that recital.

So he promised his mother he would get to the bottom of it, then he hung up and began calling Patrick's friends.

However, with each conversation he had, Mark got more worried because nobody had heard from Patrik since yesterday afternoon.

He'd apparently left work around 4 p.m., but he hadn't told anybody where he was going.

Now, for Mark, he felt like this was at least somewhere to start, Patrik's work.

So he steered his boat to the dock, tied it off, and then jumped in his car and started heading that direction.