I haven’t heard from him, haven’t seen him and neither has any of his friends. Scott had come to see me the day after, telling me how he and Leighton had visited the club and Leighton had gone a little mad, nearly choking Scott. He was thankful for the random guy that had intervened and gotten Leighton off of him, but he is now seriously worried for his friend's welfare. Leighton had stormed from the club and no one has seen him since. I am inclined to call the police and put out a missing persons but he is an adult, a controlled strong man who won’t be harmed in any way. I am more concerned that if I were to call the cops, what they find and where they find him won’t be pretty. I cringe inwardly as I think about his mental state. I have wondered continuously for the last six days, if he has gone off the wagon and killed people like he has been craving for a while. His eyes had been dark and dangerous, his pulse and heart rate through the roof and his skin clammy as he looked at me and told me what he was needing and what was wrong with him.
