Immediately after the set at Pacha, Frankie disappeared.

Haggar and Frankie's label people at Motor City had no idea where he'd gone. The press exploded, prayer vigils were held at the clubs, Frankie's ex returned from Asia to search for him. And then, eventually, the buzz died down and Frankie was just...gone.

As always, the rumors fly rampant. “I’ve heard he lives in a Sherpa camp at the base of Mt. Everest,” says Beats Per Minute magazine editor Steve Gillim. Frankie’s ex-drug dealer Sharks Gibbs says, “I know exactly where that motherfucker is. At the bottom of the sea. He came out to the docks after that night at Pacha and took a header right off the edge — sank like a stone.” Ibiza tourism board spokeswoman Isa Salvi has another take: “From what we’ve been told, Frankie Wilde decided that the best thing for Ibiza was to make an example of his devotion to a healthier life by leaving the decadence here behind. I only wish some more of these British tourists would follow suit.”