George waited in his car, the engine ticked and thrummed, slowly he felt a sense of calm melting his anxiety like a stream of warm water making its way down a bank of snow.
He was here again, even after all the times he told himself he would stop.
How many was it? Everything had been fuzzy recently. Truthfully, he had lost count.
It was only a matter of time until it all ended, a manhunt was on.
Driving down to the lock, wary of being seen, he looked at the face of the dead boy beside him.