Cold-blooded.

An adjective, which describes two types of beings.

The first is a reptile whose body temperature mirrors its environment,

which is regulated by the cooling or warming of its blood,

and with a slow metabolism, needs only feed sporadically on its prey.

It is natural, essential, and its mode of hunting is akin to any other creature in nature's kingdom.

The second is a human, who is callous, ruthless and cruel.

And as a warm-blooded beast, who shouldn't need to hunt or feast, lacking any empathy,

these spineless and soulless vultures seek out the weak, hunt for spoils and sport,

and suckle on the gaping wounds of the innocent to feed their bloodlust.

Wrongly attributed to the psychology of snakes and lizards.

It's a term we reserve for society's deadliest predators.

Sociopaths, murderers and psychopaths.

And although they tend to hunt at night,

our own cold-blooded killers come in two forms.

Those you can spot and those you cannot.

This is part one of three of cold-blooded.

George Edward Heath was an ordinary guy, doing an ordinary job, working long hours to feed his family.

Born on the 23rd of May, 1910, George was raised in London, lived in London, and he would die in London.

Age 34, being five at eight in height and twelve stone in weight, with neatly cropped hair,

a square head with a stern face, chiselled features, and a prominent cleft chin.

George was an unremarkable man who, like so many of us, blended seamlessly into society,

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