The woman at the San Diego police station said that there was one call about a jumper at 1:00 am on November 6th, at the corner of 47th and Imperial. The call was made by a suicide hotline who had spoken with him. I think, could this be my brother? Would he call a suicide hotline?
I look for a map of 47th and Imperial. I don't know where he lives, so it doesn't help much. I know where he lived in December 2007, but I can't count on it meaning anything. And so I follow the street view from the intersection to the freeway overpass. Someone called a hotline here, in the dark of the morning on Tuesday. Maybe it was my brother. I turn the camera so it looks over the rails.
It is mid-day in the photograph. I know the place, even though I don't. After sixteen years away it doesn't even look like home anymore. I take a screenshot to post here, although after all this lead-up the photo itself is very ordinary.
It might all be nothing. It might not be. A man who might have been my brother was here.