Reports–or even just rumors–of people going missing in New Babbage are, at times, an almost daily occurrence. The problem is separating the true disappearances from those who have simply moved on elsewhere; this city, after all, does have a rather large turnover in its population.
The disappearance of the two bankers, though, is definitely another matter. Such prominent men are not known for being peripatetic. When the report came in of their disappearance, I started with tracing their movements that night. They had gone to Ruby’s Pub–evidently their habit–for a nightcap before returning to their homes. After some inquiries, I found one witness–a young boy who had been singing for alms on the Jefferson Way bridge that evening. He saw them walking along the canal, going north; he did not think they were particularly inebriated.
After that, nothing. I searched their likely routes, and the streets and alleyways branching off them, but found no signs of violence.
(I must see if I can borrow some of Mr. Culdesac’s equipment and recording that lad. I can think of a few music schools that would be interested, if only they could hear his singing…)
With no signs of an involuntary disappearance, I turned my attention to the possibility that it was, after all, voluntary. With such men, financial issues would likely be at the root of such, so I spent the next day looking into their finances, both personal and professional.
And found… nothing. There were no indications of personal financial troubles, and their bank was on a sound footing, with no signs of embezzlement or theft.
So I was back to an involuntary disappearance. But who–or what–could spirit away two such large men with no traces left behind? Where were they taken, and why?
I’ve alerted the militia, but I’m not sure what can be done at this point. For now, I think all we can do is keep a sharp eye out…