Doctor Hoffman is the single most irritating and inconvenient person I have ever met.  Were I to assign her to be Angelique’s closest friend, they would both be dead within a fortnight, and the rest of my eternal, living hell of an existence would be as pleasant as a May afternoon compared to what it is, now.

I have high hopes to go to the mausoleum in peace and search for clues.  Then, I will or will not kill David.  Or perhaps I’ll just have Doctor Hoffman give him a routine physical exam.  Given her penchant for the ruination of all things, he might be dead faster from her ministrations than from the inhuman grip of my furious hands.



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