I make people disappear. Someone has to do it. The pay is just that good. Haven’t you ever wondered where all the people that disappear mysteriously go? I do too. I wonder where the kids and women — it’s mostly kids and women, there’s occasionally a man requested, but it’s mostly kids and women of a certain age they want. So I know the first part of the answer to that question of where they go. I’m one of the men responsible for taking them, we are legion. Someone has to be responsible for handling these people first. But where they end up after I pass them along? That’s as much as a mystery to me as it is to you. I wonder. I have my ideas about it.
I work alone on my end…
“The most regretful people on earth, are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.”
— Mary Oliver