Marvin stopped his car outside the building and killed the engine. Climbing out of the cool interior of his car into the Newport night, glancing up and down the street, looking for incoming trouble. Marvin felt cold and icky inside, the anxiety made him grab a breath and deeply inhale a few times before he walked up towards the house. As he walked, thought back to the trial against Harry, he tried to recall the forensics images of the young victim into his mind, working up an anger, convincing himself that Harry was a monster that had to be put down. Still, the cold and icky knots that wrenched inside of him didn't go away.<br/><br/><em>'Child molester.... Murderer... Must be put down.... Must be stopped...'</em>His inner voice chanted like a mantra, over and over until he stood outside the door into the home of Harry Santos. He breathed in and put a hand over his face, wiped some sweat from it before putting on the gloves, then he placed his right hand against the door, paused for a second, calming himself, took a deep breath and whispered to himself, “For Sarah, and the victims.”<br/><br/><br/>He then knocked....<br/><br/>Ready to put his foot in the door, in case Harry wouldn't let him in