A sign on the highway told him he had entered Parkville, Delaware. Parkville was a small town on the border of Delaware and Maryland, very close to the Atlantic Ocean. Goosebumps danced across his bare arms as the excitement of moving still held him. He had moved many times over his long life. Some moves were by choice, while others were forced upon him. He learned over the years when it was time to simply move on. A glance from that long-tenured store clerk. A remark from an acquaintance of how he doesn't seem to get any older. Killing three people in a bank was also a sure sign of having to move on. It was difficult, but he managed to shut down the circus that tried to consume him in Chicago. Twenty years ago he could walk into a bar, kill anyone with his bare hands, and disappear, never to be heard from again. That wasn't an easy task now. Cameras on every corner and in every phone, the Internet, a desire for news to be instant. The incident at Chicago cost him nearly a million dollars.
