Menachem rose his brow. "Disappearance you say? Hmm.. I do recall they were mentioned in the paper very recently. I hope this is more of a case of cold feet than something more grisly. You must be good at your job though if you are doing something so difficult. After all, it is so easy to make people disappear, living or dead." He ordered another mug and grinned. "How often does it end up just being someone just running off?"