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 From Chapter One

I shouldn't have picked Baltimore to make a family. I didn't really like the city from the beginning, he thought. All that time preparing, finding Sylvia and her moron 12-year old boy, doing the document thing, all those hours scouting out family patterns and connections, such a waste. And then the kid has to go ballistic at the sight of my nice knife at his mother's throat, instead of complying and to be quiet, well, no wonder the whole thing went sour. It was that kid's fault he ended up bleeding like a stuck pig but he had finally stopped screaming his head off. I should not have tried to make a family with a kid that old because I really think eight years old should be the outer limits. The Outer Limits, that's cute. I bet Sylvia, claiming to be a good mother, thought she was in an episode of that show from long ago when the knife came at her. I really had not choice there either. I just stuck the knife straight through her throat, she gurgled a bit and that was that.