Where George lived now people could conceal guns without alerting you. When he was younger this didn't bother George, but as he got older it started to bother him. His friends that worked in the city had a gun or something in their car. Then another one of his friend always had it on him. These were the same friends that he'd seen hurl a bicycle off a bridge when they were drunk so it wasn't that reassuring to think anyone on the street could have something under there shirt.
Of course most people didn't have anything, but when the idea would slip into his mind it would freak him out.
He googled Marc Love, and could only find his
LinkedIn
, he'd gone to a normal school, and worked other kind of Tech jobs in the past. His profile showing a slow progression from analyst to manager, to IT specialist.
He googled his school, it was a small school in the state. He googled his name, and he was in a few pictures related to the sports games of the school, but nothing else.
It still seemed strange to him, it seemed too normal.
He tried Facebook, nothing, then instagram nothing. He even had to make a twitter account, but still nothing.
