Walter drove over there the next morning. All day long he searched the town, looking for the man called Randy. He had to wonder if he’d passed his brother on the street one day and not even known they were related. He was sure he would know him when he saw him. If he was his brother then surely he would have some similarities to Walter’s. Walter made sure not to drive the police cruiser nor wear his suit on his search as that would be a give away. This was unofficial business, this was personal, so he chose a pair of slacks and a polo shirt. He didn’t even know Randy, never knew his brother existed until just recently but he hated him all the same. Walter felt as if he should be the only one with the bloodline, the only one to carry on his family’s legacy. What that legacy was he didn’t really know but he did know he didn’t want Randy to be a part of it. Especially if what Christine had said was true; about Randy liking little girls, staring at them, lusting for them.
What do You think about Randy And Walter: Killers?
