In the nineteen-seventies, it was easy. Hitch-hikers were a common sight, and DNA was years away. After a while, he started to pick up prostitutes. On particularly lean days, he had cruised past school playgrounds in far-off cities with a bag of sweeties and a sharpened knife in the passenger seat. The children were the easiest, but provided the least satisfying meal. Sebastian preferred the women. Yes, he had always been a real ladies’ man.
