I didn't leave Dr. Aberstock's office for some minutes, collecting my cool so I didn't march into the morgue and add some bodies to the stockpile behind the stainless steel hatches on those cold, cold slabs that would be a fitting end to Geoffrey and Barry right about now. The fact I relegated most people who irritated me down to the nub of my last nerve to an untimely end was not lost on me.

I'd been around murder too long, it seemed.

Much to my furthered ...