Menachem stared then laughed. "No.. I'm not. And I don't have a plank. I am a man of circumstances. Now, I snuck into your dad's house to see if he had anything valuable. You'd be surprised how often people who are poor have some family heirloom and they just keep it in a drawer or something. Better to sell it and help out their family, but I guess the connection to it is important or something."

He wasn't sure but then looked at the kid and ruffled his hair. "I kidnapped you because I could. Now when I let you go, you can make up some story about how you fought your way tooth and claw. Right?"