Still, in England, Henry got himself booked into a motel and began planning his next move. The new country provided him with the freshness that he needed from the council. Plus in America, his face was all over posters and news channels whilst in England only Pickford's face was all over.
The suffocation in America was too much and he was nearly losing his mind. All the blame and responsibility that was being levied at him when he had no hand in what his boss had done was getting was too much.
He was hoping the bastard survived so as to hear from his mouth why he chose to put the lives of everyone in danger and choose the life of a fugitive. He wanted to punch his face hard in.
He had spent the last couple of days trying to make sense of everything. Even if his boss wanted to release the mother and baby, all he had to do was hypnotize them into forgetting the last two years and dump them somewhere far away, even in a new state.
