It's A Crime by C.E. Hansen

agency because he hurt their new baby. The foster family refused to adopt the boy and gave him back to the agency.
    The second family was nice. They didn’t know the boy’s history or what he had done. The people working at the agency didn’t disclose that to them, although they should have. The agency thought what the boy had done was an accident.  Not able to grasp such a beautiful child, with the face of an angel could ever purposefully hurt a baby.  Surely, he didn’t mean to hurt the baby.
    When the second family called to have him removed, the agency began to worry. The boy had put the family cat’s head in the toilet and held it under the water. The cat drowned. It was a family pet they had for eight years. They told the agency something was wrong with the boy.
    The next family had no children. They really wanted the boy and treated him well. The boy stayed with them for a year. The boy, then six years old, took a knife from the top of the kitchen table and plunged it into the thigh of the mother. She dragged herself to the phone and called for help. The father wanted the boy gone. They decided not to adopt.
    The agency tried once more. This time, afraid they would be held liable, they told the new family the boy had hurt the mother from the previous foster home. The new father told the agency he would straighten the boy out. The father hit the boy. He hit the boy so badly during a drunken tirade the mother was forced to call the police. The agency removed the boy from the house and took him back. During the boy’s annual physical, they found bruises, cigarette burns and scars covering his body. The physical also revealed the boy had suffered broken bones. The father did not straighten the boy out; quite the opposite.
    The boy was now seven years old. The agency was having a hard time finding a home for the boy. The boy liked to hit and bite the other boys within the home and he needed to be kept away from the younger children. Sequestered.
    The agency finally found another home for the boy. They were a couple that had two older children and felt they could give the boy enough love to fix all that was wrong with the boy. After all, they understood boys.
    The boy was eight now. He trained himself to be well behaved. He didn’t want to go back to the orphanage. He was nice to the new family. One of the real kids liked to tease and hit the boy. The boy took the older kid’s baseball bat and struck him in the head as hard as he could. The family brought the boy back to the agency.
    Neither the family nor the agency wanted the boy.
    The State insisted the boy be examined by a psychiatrist, who after two years of biweekly sessions classified him as psychotic, sociopathic, and a chronic manipulator, but offered a solution that may work for all parties concerned. The psychiatrist said the boy would be monitored more closely if he lived full time in the special boy’s school where he worked.
    The agency gave the doctor custody of the boy.
    The boy presented signs of Pyromania and Hematomania. The psychiatrist tried more intensive therapy to no avail. There was no legal recourse to hold the boy, now a young man, in custody, and he was beyond corrective measures. At eighteen, the boy was released from the home and set out into the world.
    The doctor feared he failed the boy.
    He did.

    The young man found his way into the world and learned a way to make money. His looks along with his manipulative personality could earn him what he needed, the rest he would steal. There were always people, both men and woman, without integrity who’d be willing to pay him for sex. He kept the pain inside, inflicting it on others weaker than himself. This made him feel better.
    One rainy fall day, the young man had his first stroke of luck. After a “date” the young man was walking, on his way home to his rented room in South Philadelphia, and was approached by a well-dressed man wearing an expensive watch. The young man was willing