Until Marc Love had joined the company George had lived an ordinary life. How crazy was that to think about? How much life had changed? He drove a regular car. Lived in a regular house. Worked a regular job. Now he was being kidnapped. During the drive with his hands tied he had wondered when his life could return to normal. By the time he heard the gravel under the tires he thought there was no end. That that life was the past now for good.

Love was the curse. If George could just find Marc and kill him then he wouldn't mind his life ending this way. But that bastard was dead now. George lost all sight of everythign in life now. The only thing he had in mind was murder. If he couldn't get Marc then he'd find his family. Somebody he could hurt.

Footsteps approached. The rhythm sounded familiar. Where had he heard that from.