That was the paradox of being a predator. We blended in seamlessly, working regular jobs and having loving families. We were trustworthy and kind, not creeps who prowled alleys or parking garages after dark. People would even say things like, "No, not him. He couldn't possibly do something like that." But that was exactly what made us so dangerous—we didn't fit the stereotype. And by the time you realized you were caught in our perfectly crafted trap, it was already too late.
