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It was 6:00pm, time for William to go to bed. His mother lifted him from the rocker and carried him to his father, who kissed him goodnight. She then gently placed him into his crib. His father followed and they both watched their precious son drift wearily to the land of nod. Had the Van De Kamps looked, they would have seen that there was someone in their front yard. But they could not have known what he was there for. They could not have known that William�s birth mother was wrong, and that he was not safer with them than with her. That men in high enough places could discover anything. Or that because of their ignorance about what the world was really like; William was in even more danger with them. They could not have known that they would not live to see their son tomorrow�
The doorbell rang and Mrs Van De Kamp went to answer. Before she had a chance to ask who he was, Knowle Rhorer knocked her head clean off her shoulders with his fist. Hearing his wife�s scream, Mr Van De Kamp ran to get his gun. By this time, Knowle Rhorer had made his way to just outside William�s bedroom. Mr Van De Kamp took aim and shot Knowle Rhorer, but the bullets had no effect. Knowle Rhorer executed Mr Van De Kamp in the same manner as he had Mrs Van De Kamp and went into William�s bedroom. He took the screaming child in his arms and fled the house. |
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