![]() Raymond locked the front door of his house, the three-bedroom semi on Deramore Gardens he’d lived in for thirty years. The real Raymond Drew, the creature that had hidden beneath this human skin for more than six decades, would be revealed. At least if he was gone, he would not have to face that terrible discovery. He should have destroyed them, but he couldn’t, he was not strong enough to take that action and endure the consequences. They would contact his family, such as it was, and his sister Ida would go to his house. To survive and be brought to a hospital was unthinkable. If he could manage it, he’d fall dead into the water. He didn’t care if the ground was sodden with rainfall as he collapsed. Even if there was no sun, no blue sky to die beneath, he wanted it to be by the river. Raymond Drew wanted to die on the towpath. ![]()
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