The street seller heaped chocolate bits onto the thick slice of honey bread spread thick with butter. The boy's eyes sparkled watching the sprinkles flow, not a single one falling off the side of the bread. Hans knew the boy was special and each day would make him smile.

Jan ate his breakfast sitting on the bench by the river, watching the canalboats narrowly miss the larger vessels, he loves the noise and busyness of the city. Unaware he was constantly watched and followed. After wiping fingers on his jeans, he pulled out a sketch pad and rapidly drew the moving figures on the boats, then took out his bottle of water, brush and paints and completed the scenes, ready to enlarge at the weekend.

Hans and his friends knew it wasn't long before the boy would never see his home or family.He was destined for bigger things. His handsome youthful face attracted their warped, twisted, evil vision of life.