It was not too far of a drive to the gardens. When Desmond parks, Amanda unbuckles herself and steps out. She peers at the sculpture garden, searching the immeidate area. She closes the door, offering Desmond a hesitant smile over the roof.

Desmond followed her directions to take them to the Gardens, parking, and stepping out. Amanda gets a slightly more encouraging smile from the preacher, before he begins to look around the place, himself. Locking the car door, he walks around the car to join her.

"Where do we start?"

*In the parking lot they would find Lenor's Silver Yamaha Bullet Bike*

Well, that seems as good a start as any. He sees the familiar vehicle, and before Amanda can answer, he is heading in the direction of the bike.

That clinches it. She was here. But where is she now?

"Lenor?" It may be a fruitless venture to call out, but he does anyway. The was always a chance...

Amanda's heart sunk when she sees the bike. She looks to Desmond as he calls out her name. She paues in her steps to listen for a reply.
"Com'on, lets ask around see if anyone saw her or whatever. If she ain't back by tonight, lets call the police."

Hearing nothing after a few calls, he stops, turning to Amanda. He nods, looking around the area to see if anyone was nearby as he joins her once more.

"Who would have been around that late?"

"A security guard maybe?" she says as she points toward the security station near the entrance to the gardens. She breaks into a jog as she heads toward it, looking to see if anyone was there.

There is no 24 hour security here as the entrance is not gated. Its known that local law enforcement keeps a close eye on the place, but vagrants and vandals are their main concern...

And judging from the lack of tags and fact its still there, noone spotted Lenors bike yet.

She sighs and moves over to the bike. She checks to see if the keys are in it. Amanda sighs deeply, looking over her shoulder at Desmond.
"Do you have a phone?"

"Yes." Desmond nods, pulling out his cell phone, offering it to her.

He wasn't surprised there wouldn't have been any witnesses. It is starting to sound like this was planned. In view of that horrible possibility, he wonders what could be done...

She takes the phone and first dials Lenor's phone to see if she could hear it ringing...after a few rings, she hangs up.
"It hasn't been twenty-four hours yet?"

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Desmond looks at his watch, though he doesn't really need it to know. It wasn't yet dark. He shakes his head, sighing. "Unfortunately, no. And I fear the longer we wait..." He leaves that unfinished, and begins to looks around the area, instead. Maybe there were clues to her whereabouts...

"Well, the police are useless for the next couple of hours. I guess next move is to check out the places she frequented."
She reaches into her interior coat pocket, retrieving a pen and nbotebook. She takes down a list of the places Amanda knew Lenor went to, a she listed a few place Lenor might have gone to. She sighs softly, knowing what she's about to say next might get a bad reaction for Desmond.
"Um, if someone took her...this could get dangerous...We uh....we might need some protection."
She folds her fingers until they look like a gun. She drops her thumbs and pantomimes the kick back of a gun firing.

The preacher does frown at the suggestion of a weapon, having been watching her write things down in the notebook.

"I won't carry a gun." Or any other weapon, his look implies. Then he pauses for a moment, remembering something.

"I don't know if this would help, but I know she saw this person only a night or so before she disappeared." He pulls out a scrap of paper with something written on it. "At some club, I think... but it looks like we won't be able to reach anyone until night time, anyway."

Written are two phone numbers, one for the goth club Thorns. In Lenor's hand writing it says "Do not call before 7pm, just like me, how wonderful.."  

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Take gently takes the card from him, looking over the numbers.
"Yeah, I know where the Thorns is," she says nodding. "I could go there before the show, as it doesn't start until ten."
She sighs softly.
"I wish I had her phone...or maybe her black book...it could be at her partment..."
Amanda's one of those people who hinks best when she says things out loud. She blinks and looks to Desmond.
"So, we are set with several options. Stick together, or split up...personally, I'd rather stick together, safety in numbers and all that."
Then, Amanda realizes just how paranoid she sounds. She replays her statement over and over in her mind...but her mind switches it's intended path...back to a weapon issue. Unconsciencely, he hand goes into her pocket wher her four inch long butterfly blade rested.
She looks back to Desmond.
"I must sound like a looney."

Desmond shakes his head slightly. "In the circumstances, it doesn't sound so crazy. I agree we should stick together. Two minds together will work better than one."

He looks around. "Where do we go now? It doesn't seem like there is anything here that will help..."

"Well, there is the book store or her apartment."
She says as she walks with Desmond back to the car.

Desmond unlocks the car to open the doors and climb back in, ready to head to their next destination.. wherever that might be.

"We could try her apartment again... are we going to check all the places she usually goes? We have to consider who would have wanted to lure her here, and what they would want. They wanted her there alone..." Trailing off as he tries to think about the possibilities, however unpleasant they might get.

She climbs into the car as well, buckling herself in.
"Yes, lets return to her apartment. maybe we can find her address book or something. I figured then the next best place would be the book store and then the club...though, you may not fit in at the club."

The obvious holy man glances down at himself.

"Do I need to 'fit in'?" He wonders as he begins to pull out of the parking lot of the gardens, and head back the way they came, to Lenor's apartment.