With children in hand and wife around his arm he is simply a doctor returning from work. Little did they know that 3 doors down the night shift operations had begun.
His infamous employee was at work.
His family could not hear the struggle take place, his family could not hear the body hit the floor unconscious, his family could not hear the car shriek off, his family could not hear the fears of tomorrows patient. All his family could hear was the stories of terrible patients and nine news in the background telling of the local charity run and the local radio station closing its doors. All his family could hear was peace. What his family could not hear was the silent screams of his victims.
When the blood red sun pierced the white washed blinds the “Doctor” awoke. Dressed as a doctor. Ate as a doctor. Left as a doctor.
He drove his Ute 3 minutes up the road before parking in an alleyway being careful not to be seen.
He opened the grate to the sewers and with haste climbed down the ladder into his practice. Showed his face to his guards before covering it hastily