The Man Who Disappears (GQ Magazine unedited version)

The first person Frank Ahearn ever disappeared wasAccording to the FBI, nearly 60,000 to 80,000
Ken. He spotted him at a Borders in north JerseyAmericans disappear every month. Only a fraction of
about three years ago - a pale, geeky-looking guy inthese are involuntary disappearances, like children
a golf shirt and khakis, thumbing through a pile ofwho are abducted. Many people disappear because
books about Central America andoffshore banking. Itthey want to. A lot of times these disappearances
took Frank about a half second to figure him out:go unreported, because the individual doesn't have
Ken was skipping town.strong ties tohis or her community, like a family, or a
"I betcha you're going to buy a condo in Costa Rica,"prominent job, and doesn't have someonelooking out
Frank said to the man, hisvoice low, so no one elsefor them. To be harsh: nobody cares.
could hear. "And bank in Belize."But one needn't be on the run or anonymous to
Ken's slackened mouth curled into a big dumb O thatharbor a fantasy of disappearing.
almost made Frank laugh. He looked at Frank - a tall,Who hasn't once dreamed of fleeing his life - no
longhaired guy dressed in black with a cartoonishmatter how contented it is - just forthe chance to
goatee, thick tattooed arms and a twisted andstart anew? Several years ago, Money magazine
discolored front tooth - and fumbled for a response.published a studythat found that one in five
But now Frank was talking again, running his mouth inAmericans had considered leaving the United States.
his thick New York accent.The same survey stated that three million Americans
"The problem is, if you're running from someone," hewould leave immediately if theyknew how.
rattled on, "they're going to find you.""Lots of people have the feeling," Frank tells me.
Ken looked like he might faint right there in the"You want to shoot yourself or run. It's called
café part of Borders. So Frankdecided tofreedom. I'm teaching people how to be free." That
explain himself. He was a "skip tracer," he told Ken -word freedom gets
a slippery sort of business that specialized in findingFrank jumping. In fact, he has the word tattooed in
people. Mobsters, drug lords, wife beaters, rock starsscript across his back.
- Frank found guys for a living. He'd hunted as far asOf course, it's harder than ever to disappear. People
Bali to bring them back.have never been more closely monitored. It may not
He knew all the tricks, and he couldn't help but noticeyet have reached Orwellian proportions, but chances
that Ken was already fuckingup.are someone is almost always watching you - from
"You bought your books with a credit card andsubway stations to airports to football games to
discount card," Frank told Ken. Itwas a rookieInternet spyware checking in on the whereabouts of
mistake - both were easily traceable. A couple ofyour computerized mouse. Credit cards, bank
well-placed phone calls, and any respectable privateaccounts and utility bills all leave a trail. Cell phones are
eye could find Ken in the time it took to microwaveeven worse. If the average American tried to leave
popcorn.town tomorrow, they'd likely be found in 24 hours.
Ken shifted uncomfortably in his sandals, still not"When you're looking for someone, the world is like a
believing this guy, wondering if he was for real - or ifgigantic database," says Frank. "Data is like a bad
Frank, in fact, had been sent to hunt him down. Butdisease, it will never go away."
then Frank offered him a business card - depicting aAfter he disappeared Ken, Frank thought about how
De Chirico-esque mannequin standingalone on a whitehe could make it part of his business. It seemed so
beach, staring out at a big blue ocean and a headlineoutlandish, so improbable - working the other side of
that asked simply "Are you looking for someone?" -the grid. He'd think about it on his ride to Starbucks in
and walked away, just like that.the morning, all through the afternoonas he tracked
Two weeks later, Ken emailed. Frank was right: Kendown crazies and deadbeats, and late at night in bed,
was trying to run away. He was in trouble. Not longas he watched the 11 PM news. He developed plans,
ago the government had paid him big money toobsessed - and obsessed some more.
testify in a fraud case against his former employer, aTalking about it today, he can sound like the blind
mid-sized supplies company with governmentoracle from the Matrix movies, speaking rhapsodically
contracts. Ken had been one of the company'swith his thick arms cutting the air and his goatee
accountants. Somehow his namehad leaked, and hedancing off his face about giving people new lives,
was targeted as a rat. He got mysterious phone calls.with new names, in new dimensions. "Disappearing,"
Threats were made. A man approached him on thesays Frank, "is like peeling off all of those old layers
street and announced, cryptically, yourthat define you and putting up new ones."
"life will be made uncomfortable." An ex-colleagueIn time Frank developed a disappearance strategy
warned "I'm gonna get you."that he broke into three stages. The first stage was
Ken told Frank he feared for his life. He'd thoughtmisinformation - the total obliteration of personal
about calling the police - butworried the police wouldinformation files, from phone bills to apartment leases
never be able to fully protect him. He didn't have anyto health club memberships. The second stage was
big attachments - no wife, no children. He felt theredisinformation - the creation of a Byzantine web of
was only one option. But Ken had no idea how to dofalse data to lead someone's pursuers astray while
it.exhausting their personnel and financial resources. The
Finally Ken summoned the nerve to ask Frank afinal stage was reformation - the creation of dummy
question that changed both of their lives.corporations to hold and spendmoney and then
"Can you help me disappear?"getting to where you want to go and making sure
Frank Ahearn never thought he'd wind up helpingyou don't gettraced there.
people disappear. From the beginning, he'd alwaysFinally, Frank felt ready to go public with his
worked the other side. It was thrilling, sometimesdisappearing plan. He penned an article about his idea
dangerous work, finding people. Challenging, too.on the web site - a site for living, banking and buying
Usually, all Frank got was an old phonenumber or anproperty offshore - spoke at some mystery writer's
abandoned address. Sometimes it was just a nameconferences, and launched a website offering his
and a city, an exceptionally tough request, but oneservices. The emails came in almost immediately.
that he could almost do with his eyes closed.Many were from window-shopping customers that
To find someone, you had to fool people. Frank hadFrank calls "Dear Abbys." "They're fantasizing about
an instinctive talent fordisappearing," he explains. "They want to feel it out
"gagging" - devising elaborate, phony stories designedand see if it's possible. A lot go through all their
to elicit information out of individuals or companiesproblems and how life sucks. Then I won't hear from
that weren't supposed to give it to him. "Professionalthem ever again."
lying," he dubbed it. For instance, he'd call a utilitiesSome potential customers, naturally, turned out to be
company, like Con Edison, and, posing as a collectioncriminals. One admitted that he was facing a charge
agency, he'd ask for his victim's forwarding address.of violating the federal Racketeer Influenced And
Or he'd call a relative, tell them he was FedEx tryingCorrupt Organizations Act, or RICO, and needed an
to deliver a package and extract the victim's addressexit. Dozens requested fake passports, how to
that way. Sometimes the work was mind-numbinglychange an identity or appropriate a dead cousin's
rote - toiling through miles of data, scouring records,Social Security number. Asked if he takes on criminal
flipping through the White Pages. If the person whocases, he says categorically no, adding, "I don't like
disappeared knew what he was doing, it madeshowering with men." He got adulterers, too: a
Frank's work even harder.woman who wanted to know how to rent an
But Frank was first-rate. "Frank has helped me trackapartment without her husband knowing. Once a
down hundreds of individuals,all of whom did notsixteen-year-old boy wrote: "I hate my life, I have 27
want to be located," says Robert Jerlow, a privatebucks, can you help me get away?" Frank politely
investigatorfrom Orange, California, who specializes indeclined. "Your life will get better, I promise," he
fraud and organized crime. "He finds my guys andwrote back. "It's only the beginning."
gals hiding under rocks all over the world."Roughly one in 100 of the initial inquirers were truly
He was so damned good that clients occasionallyserious. Frank called the serious ones "The
wondered if he'd been a New York City detective -Disappearers." He had three of them in his first year,
or an FBI agent. Which made him chuckle a bit. Yearsand six the second, and charged them as much as
ago, he was accepted to the NYC police academy,$30,000 apiece, plus expenses, depending upon their
but, at the last minute, he decided not to go.situation.
"I guess I didn't like the uniformity of that sort ofJennifer came along not long after Ken. She was a
thing," he says. "And the money wasn't very good."40-something criminal defense attorney from New
In the early 1990s, Frank was hired by a privateEngland ("the lesbian," Frank calls her). For twenty
investigator (who was working foran insuranceyears, she'd been arguing and winning cases. But then
company) to hunt down Robert Scarletta and hisshe lost a major one with her client getting hit with a
wife who owned the national armored truckhefty sentence. The client, whom she called "the
company Revere Armored. As Frank remembers it,asshole who couldn't take what was coming his
Scarletta and his wife went on the run afterway," blamed her for losing, and threatened her.
authorities started asking questions about missingWhen Jennifer contacted Frank, she was distraught.
millions. Before leaving, they'd stuffed their private"I should have stuck to [real estate] closings," she
plane with cash, according to Frank. By gagging smallsaid to him.
airports, Frank tracked that plane all over theFrank took her on. First he gave Jennifer the tools to
country. He then lied to casinos to get win losswage informational warfare, deviating and canceling
statements, which showed that Scarletta was aher accounts. Then, using an old friend's name and a
heavy gambler, spending millions of dollars he didn'tghost address on the West Coast (a Mail Box Etc
have. And after four months orso of hunting, afteraccount), Jennifer set up a shelf corporation in a
compiling miles of incriminating data, the Scarlettasmidwestern state to spend her money and hold
must havefelt the pressure of the situation because,assets. Known as corporate cloaking, she would use
as Frank says, they finally negotiated their surrenderthe corporation to pay for everything - from renting
to authorities.an apartment to opening a bank account, signing up
Sometimes Frank's assignments were glitzy. Whenfor cable and buying new shoes. As a consumer,
the Oscars statues were stolenin 2000, Frank huntedJennifer would be just as good as dead.
down one of the key players. He says he foundBut unlike Ken, Jennifer did not want to flee the
Monica Lewinsky before anyone else. ("I got hercountry. She wanted to stay on the East Coast.
phone record framed on my wall," he boasts.) EarlierFrank recommended she move to a medium-sized
this year, he was hired to locate the hotel clerkcity, one that wouldbe big enough to get lost in.
whom Russell Crowe cracked over the head with aJennifer did, and stopped working as an attorney. But
phone. That one was child's play says Frank. Heturnedthere was a wrinkle. She didn't have Ken's financial
the guy up in fifteen minutes flat.resources, and needed to work again, which
Were all of Frank's techniques lawful? "A gray area,"presented Frank with a new hurdle. When Jennifer
he tells me, which is his coyway of confessing to thegot a job, she would be required to pay taxes in the
slipperiness of the job. He then cites the "Gramnew state. That would send her name and address
Leach Biley Act," a federal law, which forbids peopleto the IRS and make her vulnerable to dirty
from lying about anything regarding afinancialinvestigators. To keep off the radar, she could -
institution. In other words, Frank can't call upillegally - pay taxes in the state where her ghost
someone and pretend he's a bank. "I follow thisaddress is located. Frank says he simply explained this
strictly," he declares.to Jennifer, and doesn't know what she decided to
Over the years Frank has worked for everyone -do.
insurance companies, government agencies, privateAda was next. A pretty grey-blond in her late
eyes, attorneys, tabloids. He did thousands of cases.twenties, she had a psychopath ex-husband with an
Which, when he thought of it, meant that he alsoepic history of drug and assault charges. Even though
had thousands of enemies. He began to losesleep,they were divorced, the man still came around - and
worried about hang-up phone calls he got and jumpedbeat her. She feared that one night her husband
when he heard noisesin the night. "Did the crazy bikerwould kill her and her 5-year old son. She wanted to
who got his MC repo'd figure out it was me?" he'daskgo, but she also trembled at the thought of
himself. "Did the husband that got caught cheatingcompletely leaving her life behind.
know I was the one thatpulled his phone records?"She found the idea [of disappearing] extremely
Did we leave a trail?"scary," remembers Frank. "The idea of going
He became fanatical about his privacy - still is today.someplace and not knowing people and also the
Phone directories have nolisting for him. He has a P.O.isolation from her family and missing holidays. She
box, but no official home address. Almost everythingtalked about scenarios like missing weddings, and
is paid for in cash. His sleek black Cadillac? Registeredwhat if there is a death."
to an old address. When he travels, he switchesBetween Ada and her mother, she had $3,000. But
hotels nightly - which is also a symptom of hisafter showing Frank police records, hospital pictures,
interminable restlessness. Call one of the five worldand divorce and custody papers, he took on the
numbers listed on his website and you go straight tocase pro bono. Ada's bills were altered. But because
a voice mail. When I talked to him the first time, heof the small budget, she couldn't fly anywhere to
said he had an office in Manhattan. Later, I learned hefake an apartment search. Instead, for the
didn't. Some private dick's joke that Frank might notmisinformation stage, Frank had her mother make a
even exist. "I talk to guys a lot of guys on thephone call every Thursday night at around 6 to a
phone, other PIs, and they're likerandom home in a northern Plains state. For 10
'you've met this guy Frank, you know him?'" saysminutes, the mother talked with the same stranger
Jerry Palace, a former NYPD detective and nowabout how weird it was that she got the wrong
running his own investigative outfit in Westchester.number again and how sorry she was about it. Later
"Frankie Boy is a legend. And it's funny, I'm probablyshe joked with the stranger about the repeat misdial,
one of the only freakin' guys who've met him."maybe mentioned the weather. This act would help
One sweaty morning in late June I meet him on adistract anyone looking for Ada. Finally, Frank set up
grimy highway overpass innowhere, New Jersey, nota shelf corporation for the girl and linked it to a fake
far from the George Washington Bridge. We meetMail Box Etc address. Frank told Ada to move and
there because it's an anonymous place, and Franktake a job that mostly paid cash. He told herthat
appreciates anonymous places. Frank, 41, with hiswhen her son enrolled in school to use a different last
brown heavy metal hair and sizeable frame, isname.
sometimes mistaken forthe professional wrestlerLike many of Frank's clients, Ada was conflicted,
Kevin Nash, who also played "The Russian" in theeven melancholy when the process was finally over.
movie "The Punisher." Today, he sports faded jeanShe was free, but "she would never see her family
shorts, leather boat shoes and an oversized whiteagain," Frank says. "And when her mother dies, she is
wife beater with a picture of Bob Marley. "I'm a hugegoing to have to make a very hard decision of
Bob Marley fan," he hollers over ninety-mile per hourwhether or not to go back. If she goes back, it could
traffic, as we walk towards his just-washedblackbe very bad."
Cadillac. "He was always singing about freedom."Not all of Frank's clients are as sympathetic as Ada.
When Frank talks - and he's always talking - his headFrom time to time, he hashelped people who
and arms move rapidly as ifto punctuate his points.probably didn't deserve it. He once disappeared a
"You can't keep me still," he says as he points theman who was amid a divorce case, and wanted to
car south on the highway, his thumbs drumming thehide money that could be taken in a settlement.
steering wheel to the radio. "I have to be constantlyFrank claims he checked to see if the man had a
going."criminal record of any kind,including incidents of
By the late 90's, Frank was making it big in the skipspousal abuse, but found nothing. These are not the
tracing business. He says hewas raking in $40,000,cases that make Frank the proudest. But that
$50,000 a month, employed eight people, and owneddoesn't mean he sweats the ethics too much.
a speedboat, a zippy crotch rocket, and a 924"Nothing in life is black and white," he says. "Starting
Porsche. He ate at expensive restaurants and drankover is having the ability to recognize that life is filled
expensive wine. "A gluttonous time," he calls it.with grey."
But trouble followed. In 2000, the IRS told Frank heRecently, an evangelical Christian woman contacted
owed over $100,000 in back taxes, money he didn'tFrank and told him that what he did "was horrible
have. He claimed bankruptcy. He got divorced. Inthat everybody should face their problems and not
2002, he shuttered the office and let his staff go.hide," he recalls. "She ran her whole Jesus Christ rant
"There was a lot gained and a lot was lost,"he recalls.on me." Frank was nonplussed. "I told her
At that time, he started missing life in New YorkPeter himself ran and denied who he was in the
City, after having moved away to a distant shadygarden."
suburb of New Jersey to be with his now ex-wife.Frank says he's ready to pull off a disappearing act
He wrote some poetry about his troubles. One nighthimself. "We're leaving this place, just as soon as it
he ended up at a poetry slam insells," he tells me as we drive to a pale yellow prefab
Greenwich Village, where he took the microphone.that Frank shares the house with his fiancée
Everything concerning these tumultuous times pouredand skip tracing partner, Eileen. Inside, it is sparkling,
out in one flowing, if not unusual, poetic song ("I do athe wall-to-wall carpets just washed, but full of
lot of weird shit like that," he says about slammingboxes with very little on any of the white walls. The
that night. "It occupies me.").only room not boxed up is the one-window office,
It took him two years to get his life back on trackwhere they sometimes work.
and his business above water."We've been living like this, in boxes, for a little while
Not long after, Frank met Ken.now," Eileen says to me. She is pretty in a biker chick
A few days after Ken's phone call, Frank met himkind of way - tough, thin as a chopstick, white blond,
again at Borders and laid out what needed to bewith a bunch of tattoos, including a butterfly on her
done. For starters, they would never meet again inchest, a large wizard on her back and a thorny vine
person in the States. They'd speak only bythat winds up one arm. "I'm not used to it. But it
telephone, and only using prepaid phone cards boughtdoesn't bother Frank. That's the way he is. Always in
with cash. Frank ordered Ken to cancel all his creditmotion." I ask Frank where he's headed. Before he
cards and get rid of his cell phone, too. He instructedanswers, he takes a swig of black coffee, his fifth
him to change the spelling of his name - not a totalcup of the day. "Let's just say it's gonna be a nice
name change, just add a few wrong letters here andplace on the ocean and not a trailer park."
there - on all his utility bills and have everythingFrank never sees the people he disappears once their
forwarded to an address Frank had set up in Saltgone. That's his policy. The less he knows the better.
Lake City. A month later, Kenmoved his mail fromHave any of them ever been caught? He doesn't
Salt Lake to Boise. A month after that, he moved itknow.
to Los Angeles. He kept all his balances current andThe fact is, he can help erase the things that
paid in full.identified a person, hide their tracks,and get them
Next Frank sent Ken to middling town in Colorado,moved away safely -- once they're gone it's another
where he had him apply for an apartment rental andstory. They're on their own.
run a credit check. That would be one of the first ofStaying disappeared isn't easy. Loneliness hits hard,
what Frank called Ken's "false leads." The creditmakes you start thinking about what you left behind
check would enter Ken's name in a national database,- the old friends, the family, a meal at a particular
so if someone started looking for him, they'd see therestaurant, the friendly wave of a neighbor. As a
Colorado inquiry and head there. But they'd finddisappeared person, you are stripped of your history,
nothing since Ken hadn't rented an apartment in thateven your personality. "Disappearing is a lifestyle,"
state, of course. Frank also told Ken to deposit $300says Frank. "Mr. Miami can't be Mr. Miami anymore.
in an ATM account. Then Frank took Ken's ATM cardHe's gotta be Mr. Des Moines." Sometimes there are
and moved it around the globe - asking trustedfailures. Frank cites the case of Sammy "The Bull"
colleagues to use it and take out money in places likeGravano, the Mafia turncoat who moved to Arizona
Florida, California and England.under the Federal Witness Relocation program, only
Finally, Frank migrated Ken's money offshore (fromto chafe at the quiet life. He wrote an autobiography,
Canada) and created three International Businessjetting around the world and signing autographs like a
Corporations, which could not be traced - not evensuperstar, and eventually returned to crime. In 2000,
by policeor foreign governments. That's becausehe was arrested for distributing ecstasy pills and
Frank smartly placed the money in countries thatsentenced to 15 years.
didn't recognize the Mutual Legal Assistance Treaty -"What I tell people in the end is 'this is it,'" Frank says.
meaning that the banks in these countries were the"Don't slack. The guy looking for you can make a
equivalent of Fort Knox. From then on, Ken wouldmillion mistakes. If you make one mistake, it's over.'"
only use the corporations to buy things. Frank hadOf course, one of the difficulties with Frank's
successfully ended Ken's life as a private individual; hebusiness is that it's impossible to get client
was now a phantom corporation.testimonials. You don't see Ada's face on a brochure
A little more than three months after their firstsaying, "Frank changed my life," and when I ask
encounter in the bookstore, Ken was ready to beFrank if there's any way at all I could reach out to
disappeared. As his destination he'd picked a tropicalany of his disappeared clients, he just laughs. But I
island country, dreaming of lazy living and frozenpersist, and finally he tells me he'll try to geta
margaritas. But at Frank's instruction, he would travelmessage out to one of them: Ken.
a circuitous route. He took a plane to one country,A few weeks later, Frank and I receive an email
before buying a ticket there with cash and headingfrom an anonymous overseas e-mail account.
to a second country, where he met Frank andSirs,
purchased a ticket to his final destination. To this day,Frank has shown me freedom. Life is good at the
Frank remembers Ken - still geeked out ina golf shirtbeach.
and khakis - beaming like the Cheshire cat as heSignedunder the sun
entered a cab for the airport and to his new home. AI do not, of course, have any way of knowing if the
few seconds later, he was gone. And Frankemail is phony or for real. But I like happy endings, so
neversaw him again.I hope it is from Ken.