Adrian Peters sat in his car and looked at the house. He knew that Jeff Smith was inside. Jeff’s wife had died two years earlier, leaving him to care for their six-year-old twin daughters, China and India, by himself. They were identical twins, and they reminded Adrian of little porcelain dolls.
Jeff spent most of his time at home, writing books for children. Adrian prided himself on his ability to be, firstly, a real man, and secondly, to gather information. Jeff seemed to lead a fairly boring life, just like the others he had preyed on. Jeff Smith had a live-in nanny that took care of his daughters while he wasted his time writing books.
The look on Adrian’s face was one of utter disgust. Couldn’t he find a real job? He looked down on weak people, and he refused to tolerate that weakne
