“Yes, of cause, Sarah. I just hoped that Harry's blood would have healed you more than it did.” Marvin replied, a bit ashamed for questioning her. “I will bring what you need tomorrow as well,” and with that, he moved Harry to the trunk of his car.<br/><br/>Ten minutes later, he sat in his car, driving towards the outskirts of town, and he had turned on his old police radio and listened in on the nightly events. He had finally calmed down, but the memory of Harrys voice, begging for mercy, still crawled in his head. But it was too late to save Harry now, as he lied cold in the back of his trunk.