DEATH BY SUNRISEPeter Haven waited. He had been here for hours, listening to God praise him about his good work. Rubbing his eyes to stay awake, he figured it had to be nearly dawn by now. Time they were coming back after their night of sick pleasure.
He had been killing them for a long time now, grateful that it got easier with each victory over their depraved numbers. The thought that they were onto him crept into his mind, it was sick how much they would have enjoyed themselves during the night. As he reached for the keys to start the engine, he was almost blinded by the headlights of their car.
Hiding behind the seat, he heard the Mercedes' engine grow silent. Raising his head, he saw a well-dressed man approaching the loading bay door, glimpsing the first rays of the rising sun outs
