Chapter 4
He had been on the prowl but with no luck, his hunger growing, stopped at a few bus stops and asked attractive young girls for directions and offered lifts if they would show him the way but none had taken him up on his offer. One had been positively rude and he was a bit worried that she may have taken his registration; he would have to be more careful.
He had driven a couple of the A roads out of and back into London hoping for a hitch-hiker. At one time he thought he had scored but it turned out to be this skinny guy with shoulder length hair and he had to put up with his yabber all the way to Finsbury Park. He thought about killing him just for wasting his time.
He needed a plan. If he could not rely on fate to provide, perhaps he needed to determine fate.
Charlie Sinclai
